She was a long haired, soft spoken mistress
Who could turn her words into wine
Like sweet red rolling off her tongue
And it tastes so fine
When we had to much to drink, shed make ass of herself, but in a way that was cute
I'd imagine the sun rise from the sheets of her bed because her eyes showed me the view
Given the time it's fine to reflect on the good
But making time stand still wouldn't make a memory at all
Watching waves roll off rocky beaches
Wishing fort Zack would look away
Wasting time and making secrets
Another slow night at bill's place
Barely enough sand between the rocks and my feet but I was walking with you
With booze on our breath we'd head to the docks and talk for an hour or two
Given the time it's fine to reflect on the good
But making time stand still wouldn't make a memory at all
Distance and time can't erase the thought of you
Though it's a memory now it's better than nothing at all