In the orange mist of an evening wish
In blue lights of summer nights
There lies the year of youth
And love untold
When everything but truth touched our lips
And emotions were the greatest enemies
Spirits lost and found, then bought and sold
To the cheap promise of a reputation of gold.
Those were the days of love unknown
Of passion so deep, for no reason at all
Knowing no purpose, seeing no interest
For to love and be loved was its only call.
Those were the nights of dreams well hidden
Beneath dark eyes full of tears
Gazing into me softly
Through our most innocent years.
On such nights the grounds shone with fireflies
As I fought and kicked and screamed
And damned an unwanted childhood
Telling it my very last goodbyes.