First Time

music: Brad Wentworth

lyrics: Jay Wentworth

The past is always present

It’s only changed its clothes

The future too, more present

Than we generally suppose.   

The morning after the first time—

a giddy, ozone dance

the end-of-innocence summer

when we met almost by chance. 

Imagine a sky where creatures of light

leap over the horizon           

where colors appear to invent themselves

before the day is gone

When we stopped the car

one quiet, moonless night,

we sat with the windows down

by a meadow of blinking light.

The past is always present

It’s only changed its clothes

The future too, more present

Than we generally suppose.

Imagine waking to phantom music

That tastes like fierce desire

Entwined in the arms of your other soul

While floating higher and higher.

The morning after the first time—

a giddy, ozone dance

the end-of-innocence summer

when we met almost by chance.

The stars had nearly fled

with the magic fireflies

The sleepers’ eyelids slowly lifted

to find each other’s eyes.

Imagine a sky where creatures of light

leap over the horizon           

where colors appear to invent themselves

as night is moving on

Imagine waking to phantom music

That tastes like fierce desire

Entwined in the arms of your other soul

While floating higher and higher.

Greg Naughton - vocals

Tim Basom -  electric guitar

Jeff Kerestes - electric bass

Brad Wentworth - drums, moog, vital synth, fender rhodes