Down along the creek
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday

Low moon don the yellow road
I remember something
That leaving wasn´t easing
All that heaving in my vines
And as certain it is evening ´at is now is not the time
Ooh
Toiling with your blood
I remember something
In B, unrationed kissing on a night second to last
Finding both your hands
As second sun came past the glass
And oh, I know it felt right
And I had you in my grasp

Oh, then how we gonna cry
Cause it once might not mean something

Love, and second glance
It is not something that we´ll need
Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
But all I´m trying to do is get my feet out from the crease

And I´ll see you
Turn around, you´re my A-Team
Turn around now, you´re my A-Team
God damn, turn around now
You´re my A-Team