| This is a decision that I know full well I made
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| I remind myself as I’m walking up to your gate
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| And through the wire diamonds I can see your shape
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| You’re fumbling around with your keys
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| You say we can sit and stay but I’m trouble keeping up with you pleasantries
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| Don’t you find them unsettling, can we go walking?
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| That’s probably a good idea; |
| yeah It’s probably a good idea
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| 'Cause I don’t want to fall in love with you again
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| I’m so afraid I’m capable of it
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| And after time I can’t accept you’re still the song on my breath
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| You’re not easy to forget
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| Moving in rhythm, footsteps aligned
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| I’m doing okay 'till your arm brushes mine and then I panic
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| I thought I figured it out, but I’m taken aback
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| As we pass the closing stores and lit up cafes
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| There are so many of them these days; |
| so many strangers. |
| Their walking around
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| in our place, in our place
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| And suddenly it’s all unclear; |
| yeah suddenly it’s all unclear
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| Yeah this probably was a bad idea; |
| yeah this probably was a bad idea
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| 'Cause I don’t want to fall in love with you again
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| I’m so afraid I’m capable of it
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| And after time I can’t accept you’re still the song on my breath
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| You’re not easy to forget
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| We used to own these streets, head to head, you spinning me
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| And now we say that we were young, and what we had has come and gone
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| We used to own these streets, head to head, you spinning me
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| Your back’s against a concrete wall
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| Your body buzzing on the intercom, the intercom, the intercom, the intercom
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| We woke the neighbors, it’s no wonder they hate us, on every single floor |