Summer with the lights out finds me
in my parent's basement
watching bedroom movies
Pictures and holidays hang in the hall
Guided by memory
Where we stand is where we'll jump from
It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface
and to still retreating hearts
Once choice turns two aside
A direction thought in common
A passing glance serving as a makeshift alter
Whispering, we confess
Where we stand is where we'll jump from
It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface
and to still retreating hearts
From the playground to my last breath
doesn't seem so far from finding common surface
and to still retreating hearts
Keep hoping for movie miracles
The windows are frames
and the scenes can change
I would have had to kiss you
at the drive-thru window
if they had their way
Where we stand is where we'll jump from
It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface
and to still retreating hearts
From the playground to my last breath
doesn't seem so far from finding common surface
and to still retreating hearts
|