she's searching for those golden days
ones she never had
of putting flowers in her hair and dancing in the moonlight
turning up the radio too loud and wearing out her records
a beautiful feeling of love
that dangerous drug
coursing through her young veins

someone grabs her hand
and they sway to the waltz rhythm
she looks up into his eyes
hoping to forever remember their blueish brownish greenish color
she wishes that he would only shoot up with her perfume
honeysuckle and roses, so fragrant and sweet

one two three, one two three, one two three...
someone pass another drink, light another cigarette
as tomorrow may never come
so let's live for tonight

and so long she has been dreaming
of those golden days
that she never considered
golden days were right in front of her nose all along