like fonda and hepburn's pond of old

and the road was the colour of gold
like fonda and hepburn's pond of old

i knew the sun was you
i knew that when dusk came
i'd still find you in everything that is dark
in everything that is singing like a lark

we loved the singer, but you loved the songs most
i simply enjoyed the way her eyes glitter like yours
and the way your voice wrapped my life in that chorus






still with mjholic in my room.