1993

You were dancing in the street in a dream I had
It was 1993 in the neighborhood we grew up in
You were so young then

When we had to leave that place for the countryside
I remember I felt so bad 'cause I couldn't cry
And that was harder than leaving all our friends

For some strange reason I never can forget
How our grandma used to smoke all her cigarettes downstairs in the bathroom
Then spray it with perfume

When I'm at my worst sometimes that smell comes back
And I don't know quite what to think but I'm always glad
'Cause for a few moments the world feels right again
And I can fall asleep like 1993