and I don't care
that the pomegranate stained my
good pair of pants
My mind is elsewhere
with the rain
and the memories we made
in the mountain
in the late night
in the thick wet leaves
spinning round through the dark
We felt alive again
exploring th ways we added up to four
Two and two
Three on one
Every man for himself
As the rain splashed on our faces
with the warm night air
every moment caught in time
And when the years have scattered us
to the four corners of the world
I will remember the smells
the chartreuse leaves
and I will remember you three
I will remember you three
