Flashback

I had a flashback from the past
When we first met
It was a full moon and our chemistry clicked
It was a matinee at Cabral, at Daleste's show
You were in red
I was in green and black springblades
You did your hair, curling iron hit your long hair
The lens of my magnifying glass matched your lipstick

On the dance floor next to us, Pixote's DVD
No one was dancing, everyone in the VIP area
Wristbands sold out, Big Apple closed
I was with the hottest girl
I remember it like it was yesterday

These are memories of moments that were carried away by the wind
And won't come back
These are memories of moments that were carried away by the wind
And won't come back
These are memories of moments that were carried away by the wind
And won't come back