The way that I remember your hair
is blowing out the window of our love
Moments like raindrops on the windowsill
of the house where both our parents still
whisper secret poems to each other in the dark
Escape seems near impossible now
We're in it this minute, the clocks are locked to the sound
Oh I don't pretend to know
where all the memories go
after we're wormfood
buried beneath our names
Kiss me indescribable ways
And I'll help you carry up your groceries
To the place where we live
as the neighbors all wave like children sitting near a parade
Next month's rent is on the table top
under the weight of dreams we never got
to because our lives collided, leaving nothing in the wake
Escape seems near impossible now
But pour us both drinks, we'll toast to the most that we can hope for
Oh I don't pretend to know
where all our happiness goes
after the government
sells all our organs to the scientists
I won't let them study your bones
If I go first, I'm gonna keep your parts together
A-ha, a-ha
This will all be funny when we're married
A-ha, a-ha ha
A lady should know she's not to ask
But a ship can't sail with a broken mast
This will all be funny on our wedding day
I never once thought it'd end like this
But a beggar can't turn from a string-less kiss
This will all be funny on our wedding day
The way that I remember your hair
is blowing out the window of our love...
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