Lyrics Beatrice St. E - Overcoats

Beatrice St. E

Would you call me when you get this?
I know that there’s nothing left to fix
I just wanted to hear your voice
Would you meet me on Beatrice?
And when you reply, I’m up the block
Buying my tall cans by the buck
And when we meet at nine o’clock
My voice shakes when I say
Everything just hurts to touch
I know I think I think about it way too much
On the pavement, I spill my guts
A crowd’s watching but I won’t shut up, and then
You caught me right in the middle, darling
Of feeling lighter and moving on
They dim the lights and the music plays
But you catch your cab and walk away
And we head home again to separate places
You looked so good, you cut your hair
Just as it was in January
Your car broke down beneath the snow
And you rubbed my hands the whole walk home
Everything just hurts to touch (hurts to touch)
I know I think I think about it way too much (way too much)
On the pavement, I spill my guts
A crowd’s watching but I won’t shut up, and then
You caught me right in the middle, darling (middle, darling)
Of feeling lighter and moving on (moving on)
They dim the lights and the music plays
But you catch your cab and walk away
And we head home again to separate places
And we head home again to separate places
We head home, we head home, we head home to separate places
We head home again to separate places
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
Middle, darling
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
Middle, darling
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
Everything just hurts to touch
I think I’ve really gone and fucked it on up
On the pavement, I spill my guts
A crowd’s watching but I won’t shut up, and then
Caught me right in the middle, darling
Of feeling lighter and moving on
They dim the lights as the music plays
But you catch your cab and walk away
And we head home again to separate places
We head home again to separate places
We head home, we head home, we head home to separate places
We head home again to separate places
Would you call me when you get this?
I know that there’s nothing left to fix
I just wanted to hear your voice
Would you meet on Beatrice?
On Beatrice (on Beatrice)
On Beatrice (on Beatrice)
On Beatrice (on Beatrice)