She takes his hand and he follows her,
Into the long gold grass where they introduce themselves,
She puts her hands inbetween his legs,
Knows that not even heaven has a face like his.
One day he'd be a man and he would think of her,
Wonder where she was, who she was married to,
Would they pass eachother by in the busy streets,
Smile and remember when they were young?
Now the swings are wrapped around the poles where they once hung,
And the sound of the ice cream van is awfully sinister, sinister now,
It's hard to think of one thing that isn't now.
She gets up to leave and adjusts her skirt,
He brushes his shirt free of the foliage,
They exchange a simple kiss for posterity,
Know that not even heaven could give them moments like this.
Not even heaven gave them moments like this,
Not even heaven gave them moments like this,
Not even heaven gave them moments like this,
Not even heaven gave them moments like this,
Not even heaven gave them moments like this,
Not even heaven gave them moments like this,
Not even heaven gave them moments like this,
Not even heaven gave them moments like this.