Every time I think of her
I think in pictures not in words
They call her eyes the [bad word] Peanut butter, jelly toast
The simple wave, the golden coast
rainbow on the moon

Snow on a christmas tree
Warm summer winds and frozen fields
The autumn leaves that fall
Like clouds up in the sky
Some images they drift on by
Some stay within my heart
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Cause if a thousand years from now
Someone would find this song somehow
If alien invaders could hear it
Then baby they would love you too
Just like I do, just like I do

Every time I think of her
I think of sounds and not of words
They make the pictures talk

The whistle of a nightingale [bad word] from the midnight train
The silence of the stars
 [bad word] 

And in a thousand years from now
Will these sounds be around?
Will these pictures be found?
Will they know what you mean to me?
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