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Thereâs a Van Gogh Sky and everything seems to be swirling
And Iâm not sure if my tea is reflecting the sun or the moon.
We said that weâd meet the third Sunday in June at our favorite cafe
In the late afternoon.
As I wait for you, I try to think of how we said goodbye
when you tried not to cry and I tried to be strong,
But my heart was already gone.
It was caught in the net of a short lived affair that promised so much
But didnât go anywhere.
We said weâd be friends and we made plans to meet,
And oh...your memory is sweet -
Sweet in the way that takes you by surprise
Traveling your tongue gently disguised and just before itâs gone
You taste whatâs most sublime.
Thereâs a Van Gogh sky and everything seems to be swirling
Do I love you or is it just memories that entertain me late at night
When the hum from the heater is all that I hear,
When I look at your picture, the one I keep near,
The one on the table right next to my bed...
Well, thatâs what we said, didnât we?
Third Sunday in June
Thereâs a Van Gogh sky and everything seems to be swirling
Now the skyâs gone dark and my tea cup just swallowed the moon.