Garden Path

Down the garden path
 Windy Sunday afternoon
 Hidden by the trees
 We go to wait there for the moon
 Down the garden path we go
 Oh our days are simple
 And the minutes seem like hours
 Innocence is not yet lost
 Yet lost among the flowers
 Down the garden path we go
 The sun is on fire
 I'm watching it burn
 The world is on fire
 I'm watching it turn
 As the sun goes down
 We awaken from our sleep
 Everything must come to an end
 And so must this mid-summer's dream
 Down the garden path we go
 The sun is on fire
 I'm watching it burn
 The world is on fire
 I'm watching it turn
 Always had a place where we could hide
 Never had to answer to the world outside
 Summer came around and my walls came down
 Summer didn't last and I'm all cried out
 Never gonna love like that again
 Never loved a boy like I loved you then.