Gold Dust

Gold Dust

Sights and sounds pull me back down another year.
I was here. I was here.
Whipping past the reflecting pool, me and you skipping school,
And we make it up as we go along. We make it up we go along.

You said you raced from Langley pulling me underneath,
A cherry blossom canopy,
Do I Have- of course I have, beneath my raincoat,
I have your photographs.
And the sun on your face, I'm freezing that frame.

And somewhere Alfie cries and says,
"Enjoy his every smile. You can see in the dark,
"Through the eyes of Laura Mars."
How did it go so fast, you'll say,
As we are looking back, and then we'll understand,
We held gold dust in our hands.

Sights and sounds pull me back down another year.
I was here. I was here.
Gaslights glow in the street,
Twilight held us in her palm as we walked along.
Oh, and we make it up as we go along. We make it up as we go along.

Letting names hang in the air, what color hair?
Autumn knowingly stared.
And the day that she came, I'm freezing that frame.
I'm freezing that frame.

And somewhere Alfie smiles and says,
"Enjoy her every cry. You can see in the dark,
"Through the eyes of Laura Mars."
How did it go so fast, you'll say,
As we are looking back and then we'll understand,
We held gold dust in our hands. In our hands.

-Tori Amos