If I had a time machine, and nobody thought it selfish, I’d go back to her in that garden.
Then every butterfly that passes by I’d try my best to step on.
But if they get away, at least we’ve had that day.
And my last memory of you, Is a sunny one.
If I had a time machine, and checked no one was peaking, I’d visit that bed of hers.
From when, under sheets where there’s love and heat i’d hold her extra tighter then.
She’d fall asleep in my arms, and i’d fall in love with her charms,
and then I’d never use that time machine again.