715 - CR∑∑KS

Down along the creek, I remember something
 Her, the heron, hurried away
 When first, I breeched that last Sunday, ooh
 Low moon don the yellow road
 I remember something
 That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines
 And as certain it is evening, that is now, is not the time, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Toiling with your blood
 I remember something
 In B, un-rationed kissing on a night second to last
 Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
 And oh, I know it felt right, and I had you in my grasp
 Oh then, how we gonna cry?
 'Cause it once might not mean something?
 And love, a second glance, it is not something that we'll need
 Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
 But all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
 And I see you
 Turn around, you're my A-Team
 Turn around, now you're my A-Team
 God, damn, turn around now, you're my A-Team
 
 Down along the creek, I remember something
 Her, the heron, hurried away
 When first, I breeched that last Sunday, ooh
 Low moon don the yellow road
 I remember something
 That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines
 And as certain it is evening, that is now, is not the time, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Toiling with your blood
 I remember something
 In B, un-rationed kissing on a night second to last
 Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
 And oh, I know it felt right, and I had you in my grasp
 Oh then, how we gonna cry?
 'Cause it once might not mean something?
 And love, a second glance, it is not something that we'll need
 Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
 But all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
 And I see you
 Turn around, you're my A-Team
 Turn around, now you're my A-Team
 God, damn, turn around now, you're my A-Team
 
 Down along the creek, I remember something
 Her, the heron, hurried away
 When first, I breeched that last Sunday, ooh
 Low moon don the yellow road
 I remember something
 That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines
 And as certain it is evening, that is now, is not the time, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Toiling with your blood
 I remember something
 In B, un-rationed kissing on a night second to last
 Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
 And oh, I know it felt right, and I had you in my grasp
 Oh then, how we gonna cry?
 'Cause it once might not mean something?
 And love, a second glance, it is not something that we'll need
 Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
 But all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
 And I see you
 Turn around, you're my A-Team
 Turn around, now you're my A-Team
 God, damn, turn around now, you're my A-Team