Back when we wore the dirt
And you didn't hurt
And they named constellations after us
I'd heard you almost died
And the fault was mine
So that day my heart became untied
But you said, "Sometimes love is all you get
So you'd better make it stretch."
I believe that, I just haven't seen it yet
And I never got my way
Because I never saw your face
Just a blue charade
The shadow of a season we'd betrayed

So I'll be stored up
Like a relic, healing illness from a money box
And you'll be blooming right outside
And finally living all those verdant dreams
That I couldn't see

We shot off all our flares
As though we didn't care
And watched them fade into the air

You must have known by then
That all we had was spent
On running from our bitter end
So we'll be sprawled out
Like mosaics, filling wall space in a crumbling house
Until we smoke out all the stray light
And finally teach it to stay
Because God knows that we need some steadying

Some day we'll be setting suns
Watching everything we've done
From a bed we'd shared
But never had the chance to get up from

Still I never left your side
Because it never did feel right
I just hope you don't feel sorry for a damn thing
When you die