Your house chased smells of sweets and cakes. Strolled down around the bend. After rain, rising, springing, aspiring to be a hill. I'd hang my hat in Hartford union.
Down the lane, I breathe out loud in half frozen air. And the black amnesias in heaven are lighting a half moon on the stairs. Down the lane and I bite my lip when I breathe out loud.
Hours after, after hours. Our afternoon hours are after us now. We're all arms and dangerous. We're all almost famous for it. . And I've got names for it.
Now I'm breathing like a boy full of you. . Built like houses in the seventies. Born to self-destruct in messages. I dreamt of you and me, we were swimming.
Dance record from before. I was born on the stereo. Playing last rights. For my late nights. . All of my evenings. And all of my every day's. No business in the same place.
Don't forget to kiss me if you're really going to leave. Couldn't you take the second bus home?. Couldn't you just take me with you?. . Couldn't you take the second bus home?.
Red, blue, where are you tonight?. You say, everything's just right. You say, everything's just right. . I live on a dead-end street where men and women meet.