and now i know
my my my how i've missed evenings like this
after italian (i will meet you anytime you want and we will order the chicken framaggio) a wrong turn and a walk down the tracks. feel the vibrations under your feet as you walk in those flat little shoes down warm metal rails. i wonder; is this how it was before everything was cut down to make room for people? are we echoing the memories of old hobos riding the rails? the train, days long, rolls by and your camera snap snap snaps and you climb on the side as it slows to a stop. i look through the lens as you walk away and then back, and i climb to the back of the train, staining my hands. tonight was the first time i've kissed anyone on a train or its tracks. let's go back to that sweet-smelling field sometime and just sit for hours.
were we in target tonight? barely. all i remember are the nice things you said to me and the way you smiled when i said them to you. i only tell the truth and you are the most amazing girl i've ever met.
i found a way to a rooftop, but you couldn't get up and the gunshots made us run. an almost terrible encounter and it was time to get frosties.
there was a chorus of phantoms, singing oh donna. and happy birthday. when we left to seek them out we found nothing, just the memory of loud voices in woods, dark but for the flickering fireflies. you were terrified.
i know it's strange that i'm addressing this to you, because after all you were there with me. but i just wanted to tell you thank you for tonight and i believe we will lead extraordinary lives.
after italian (i will meet you anytime you want and we will order the chicken framaggio) a wrong turn and a walk down the tracks. feel the vibrations under your feet as you walk in those flat little shoes down warm metal rails. i wonder; is this how it was before everything was cut down to make room for people? are we echoing the memories of old hobos riding the rails? the train, days long, rolls by and your camera snap snap snaps and you climb on the side as it slows to a stop. i look through the lens as you walk away and then back, and i climb to the back of the train, staining my hands. tonight was the first time i've kissed anyone on a train or its tracks. let's go back to that sweet-smelling field sometime and just sit for hours.
were we in target tonight? barely. all i remember are the nice things you said to me and the way you smiled when i said them to you. i only tell the truth and you are the most amazing girl i've ever met.
i found a way to a rooftop, but you couldn't get up and the gunshots made us run. an almost terrible encounter and it was time to get frosties.
there was a chorus of phantoms, singing oh donna. and happy birthday. when we left to seek them out we found nothing, just the memory of loud voices in woods, dark but for the flickering fireflies. you were terrified.
i know it's strange that i'm addressing this to you, because after all you were there with me. but i just wanted to tell you thank you for tonight and i believe we will lead extraordinary lives.