It Takes Me Places

(альбом: II - Those We Don't Speak Of - 2021)

Bare feet landing soft on wet grass
Whiff of Winter, Autumn's last dance
The secret words written on your back
Greenhouse glass, nettle stings, tea shop
A rope on a tree, deathlike heat
Finding your face in a crowd
I close my eyes

And suddenly it takes me places, a treasury
At the door to a heartache
I turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round

Crackles and heartbeats, green gates
Wet castle walls, stiff nightmare feet
The scent of fresh baked buns at the door, one more
Raindrops pounding the bedroom roof
New sheets, first wave of Christmas mood
A walk in easy silence
I hear a tune

And suddenly it takes me places, a gallery
At the door to a heartache
I turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round

All the hurt, every kindness, shame
Every thrill of youth down memory lane
A point of interest on the map of me

All the hurt, every kindness, shame
Every thrill of youth down memory lane
A point of interest on the map of you

And suddenly they take us places, to treasuries
At the door to a heartache
We turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round

And suddenly they take us places, to galleries
At the door to a heartache
We turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round

And suddenly