I went here when I was just, a tiny whiff of what I am. The owls are singing I must, sing along with them and find out where I began, where I began.
My memory's kinda hazy, my Sunol. But I was young and you were old. You were filled with emptiness. Like lies were flames that turned to dust.
Your empty kiss that never satisfies. Loose lips sink ships but I'll survive. I'll watch the East Bay disintegrate. You've never been given any time To appreciate what you mean to me, Sunol.
My memory's kinda hazy, my Sunol. But I was young and you were old. So why don't you tell me what you know. Give me some direction, where should I go.
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