"She wore that dress like it was a Saturday, pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning.. And he held her hand like it was a mystery, one he couldn't quite believe, just walking with him.
Around and around, dancing around the question, flip a coin and watch it go down into the wishing well.
Two steps unset there goes another day, another chance to give away the secrets to keep to themselves.
They were high up on a hill, something to say, and daylight to kill..
But time slipped away..
Darkness falls without a sound, tumbling down, tumbling after..
Time ticked away.."