Standing on the corner
Feelin' kind of lifted
O, it's been so long
He's bummin' a cigarette
He asks have we met
In another form
Does it come to you clearly
In the grove you were near me
You had my favorite flower
Come close and remember
Our shape made together
Climb on up the tower
In faces I've never seen
Coy traces of memory
Through eyes come widening dreams
Fossiled lines torn pages leave
Gone when you need it
That's the design of the spirit
I don't recall your flower
There's no stairwell up the tower
Up the tower
Up the tower
Up the tower