A stone cold frosty night
In a sporty yellow tiburon
Carried all my fright
Of a love story: 'Once upon'
A tepid kiss we connected
On high school love-hut stages
Our artistic was reflected
Acting through the summery phases
Of glory in the bright limelight
And learning from writings old
Of striving for 'getting it right'
Always being loved, never feeling sold
But at last we thought we lost
Our blushing pop connection
Yet still, even mirrors looked to us
to find their love reflection.
So know that in your soul,
what we had was more than gold
That someday we'll go out
and ride the rousting Roundabout
For that is what I treasure
Five years from our fifth of November.
