Do you remember that night so long ago?
Yeah, at that rock show last April.
The one in that small, ugly brown building
With no windows.

My junior year was closing down
The sky had crystalized and bright stars burned in your emerald eyes.
I gazed into them as that warm Spring air presses down on us.
Distortion seared throughout the hall.

Do you remember that drive to the party?
You know, feeling so close as we did.
We floated down that river of asphalt
It was glassy and foggy from the Spring pour we had that night.