I lived for magic and wild tales of mystery
Stitching the fabric of child veils, re-writing history
The blissful ignorance of my 10 year old mind
The wistful difference; i cry when near gold time
Moral compass and heart were always in the place
Floral numbness and hearth warmth outweighs the night space
The vine of green that stems growth is but a blossom at age 10
The line between fairytale and very stale are thin with imagination
Oh please dont take my rose tint away
I need those glasses on my face and here to stay
Please, please dont take my rose tint away
I need to those glasses to relive my better days
Sometimes the less you know, the broader your horizon truly is
I find more west you go, the water is less newly crisp
I fear not the coastal winds of time that bring about my own sun set
After all the its the same air that supplied my first and last breaths
Reminiscing is similar to sitting in a hot spring
The sensation is warm but it may make a scar spot sting
An explosion of crepuscular light in the melancholic skies
Wisdom you seek can be found look back with rose tint sometimes
Oh please dont take my rose tint away
I need those glasses on my face and here to stay
Please,please dont take my rose tint away
I need to those glasses to relive my better days
Please, please
Please, please
Please, please
Please, please
I lived for magic and wild tales of mystery
Now the genres tragic and smile swales are but a myth to me
Forever rolling hills - treading as you always knew
But this time the light refracts only off the morning dew
As strawberry sunset fades to grey
No matter how far from the light you may stray
You will always find a ray