| In the middle of September, we entertained the thought
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| Of falling into rabbit holes and never coming out
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| In the garden of a girl whose mum is friends with Elton John
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| So she kept telling us
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| But still
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| We slipped a year or so behind ourselves, the time’s already gone
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| When people were just people, not the jobs that they perform
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| Our songs were just a thing we did with melodies and chords
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| Now you’re available in all good record stores
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| But I knew you best
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| Back when love was just a feeling that ran out between my legs
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| Onto the back of my dress
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| Onto the clothes that I was wearing
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| Oh, when I was a child I was expected to believe
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| In something up above that no one touches or can see
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| But they tell me that unless you’re looking out of magazines
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| Well then, you don’t exist
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| But I knew that you were real before I read it in an interview today
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| Before I used you as a surface, did a line across your face
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| In the toilet of a girl who’s sitting outside
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| Dropping names like they were carpet bombs
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| She knows everyone
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| But I knew you first
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| Back when love was underneath you
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| With my fingers in the dirt
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| You said, 'I'll stop if it hurts'
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| You said, 'I'll stop it if it’s scaring'
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| You said 'You know that I can stop this any time
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| If you think that it is tearing'
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| And I think of you when the leaves are brown
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| I think of leaves that I have felt
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| Against my body on the ground
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| I think of places where we could go to now
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| Until they find us, 'til they catch us
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| 'Til they wake us and we drown
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| Until I know where I am
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| I’m in a garden half-remembering your fingers in my hand
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| Were like a book made of sand
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| And it’s the middle of September, your image starts to fade
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| To the one that they have printed on the 27th page
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| Don’t like to read these things, you know I do it anyway
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| I have no choice
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| I have no choice, I say
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| And I go out in the garden, where the birds begin to sing
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| And I’m troubled by the thought of all the daylight they will bring
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| And I think that I will let somebody take me home again
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| 'Cause if I knew you at all
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| Then my love was underneath you, making puddles on the floor
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| And I’m asleep to the thought of two people walking two steps forward
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| Always to the lives they’ve chosen
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| Clicks and hums and sirens in the sun |