[Verse 1: John Darnielle]
My hand brushes against the lock of hair
That hangs down past your ear to your jaw
My hand brushes against the lock of hair
That hangs down past your ear to your jaw
It's real neat
The moment's sweet but it's all wrong

[Verse 2]
And we're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside
We're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside
Yeah, I'm the model of composure out there
But you oughta see me shaking later on

[Verse 3]
My brain gets flooded six hours later
My brain gets flooded over six hours later
And rivers run with pictures of you as I stare up at the blood-red moon
Lying out front on the lawn
Hey