Hem of Her Dress

So here we go again I know how this one ends It's a phone call from someplace far away You say you've found yourself Oh, in someone else And she makes you forget about the rain Her eyes are a golden hue And everything you knew Slips away at the hem of her dress As I was passing by that old mountainside It turned to dust at my feet So I am incomplete So loud, and so discreet You tried to pinpoint me I guess that was your mistake Too much whiskey Too much honey, too much wine I learned some things never heal with time And I've been waitin' here Feels like a million years And I'm a photograph that you forgot you took But I remember spring I remember everything Oh, I guess that's the way it goes (Here we go) La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da --- Hem of Her Dress - First Aid Kit