I want to hold you in the bible black pre-dawn.
You're quite a quiet domino, bury me now.
Take off your band-aid because I don't believe in touch downs.
What was I thinking when we said hello?

I always thought that if I held you tightly
you'd always love me like you did back then.
Then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking.

What was I thinking when I let you back in?