Red. Blue.
Where are you tonight,
you say everything just right everything's
Don't forget to kiss me if you're really going to
Dance record from before
I was born on the stereo
Playing last
American girl,
your young country world sleeps like promising
and sleep is
Built like houses in the seventies,
born to self-destruct in messages.
I
Hours after, after hours
Our afternoon hours are after us now
We're
Your neck is craned a lazy quarter of the distance
Wood water, when the shoe don't fit
All the news just
by the way I say your name, I always know
and
Down the lane, I breathe out loud in half frozen
Drown yourself in bread and coffee
Fast forward, right through the
Your house chased smells of sweets and cakes,
strolled down around
I live on a small street,
with very small shoes but
Sometimes I wake up early to say goodbye
Just in case
Your young English eyes on the highways,
climbs and dives, climbs
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