The Ground Beneath Her Feet

I did not think you would leave before me
When I bought that first glass of lemonade
You took my hand, and I emerged a boy freed
From my doubts and said, "Love is to be made."

The lemonade may fade
With the memories we made
But not ever the street
Or the ground beneath your feet

I never imagined your dad could cry
His voice terrifying us with its boom
Across the street, we both tried
To find each other in our rooms

The lemonade may fade
With the memories we made
But not ever the street
Or the ground beneath your feet

I was only pretending to be gone
When you told me it breaks your heart in two
I can't remember for how long
We doubted each other like fools

The lemonade may fade
With the memories we made
But not ever the street
Or the ground beneath your feet

Not ever the ground beneath your feet (nor the street)
Not ever the ground beneath your feet (nor the street)
Not the ground beneath your feet (the ground beneath your feet)