she's searching for those golden days
the ones she never had
of putting flowers in her hair and dancing in the moonlight
turning up the radio too loud and wearing out her young veins records
a beautiful feeling of love, that dangerous drug, coursing through her young veins
someone grabs her hand and they sway to the waltz rhythm
she looks up into his eyes
hoping to remember their blueish brownish greenish color
and she wishes that he would only shoot up with her perfume
honeysuckle and roses, so fragrant and sweet
one two three, one two three
someone pass her another drink, light another cigarette
as tomorrow may never come
so let's live for tonight
and so long she has been dreaming of those golden days
that she never considered that they were right in front of her nose all along
