She won't let me buy her jewelry. She don't want things that she can keep. She wears wildflowers in her hair. Then throws them in the sea. She's the beginning and the end of me.
And I... hhmm. I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you. and feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town. I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes.
Nothing in this world. Seems to function without tears. You oughta' know. There's no need to pull yourself apart. Nothing you can do. seems to matter without love.
Somewhere the sun is shining. Somewhere the moon is rising. I'm sitting here. . Somewhere someone is laughing. Somewhere something is happening. I'm dying here.
Send a letter home to your mother. And tell her who you've been. Don't ask for money or a favor. Just an old blue blanket. That you can lay your head in.
All the letters I ever wrote you. And some of them I even sent. All this time we've been waiting. For this moment to arrive. And now it's here. Now I know I could kiss you.
Here we go again with your hair in your face. My head in my hands. Hoping to find something that we've never known. Looking like two little kids with our wide eyes.
Cut off your toes so you might walk little more slowly. Cut out your tongue so you couldn't say anything wrong. You held yourself up to the light so you might be forgiven.