I'm speaking of a time

Before it was black and white

And the grass still smelled of summer in the day

And I recall your silence

Your laughter in the dark

Moving through my mind where nothing stays.

And you're just like the picture on the wall

And I'm always on the other side

Waiting for it to fall

Dreaming of savannah

Walking through the cherokee groves

Some place in the dark in your arms.

Street cars ringing them bells

Pink clouds when I'm kissing your mouth

My memories going boom all over town

And there's history in them hills

But if magic isn't real

Well, even bad roads lead to cherries in the south.

And you're just like the picture on the wall

And I'm always on the other side

Waiting for it to fall

Earthquake in the valley

Refrigerator starting to thaw

And I'm some place in the dark in your arms

Some place in the dark in your arms.