| We'll get bicycles | |
| Ride down hills | |
| To the river with friends | |
| And light candles in tin cans | |
| Go on big wheels | |
| My stomachs in cartwheels | |
| And do kissing on cameras | |
| And walk till our feet hurt | |
| And sit out | |
| In the pouring rain | |
| Because it's years since | |
| We spoke or we sat down and talked out | |
| Our past lives | |
| Or how we would change the world | |
| Alone | |
| In the backseat with a satellite | |
| And the telephone | |
| To tell you that it wouldn't last | |
| We caught the last train | |
| To Bayshore faces pressed on glass | |
| When I awoke alone | |
| In the empty concourse | |
| I knew that it couldn't last | |
| It never lasts | |
| We'll get overcome | |
| With distance | |
| And sideways glances | |
| In cinemas and taxis | |
| Get stuck | |
| With ex-loves | |
| In a condo in the city | |
| Where its so cold you can't speak | |
| And feel so tired and so proud | |
| Of everyone we know | |
| Alone | |
| In the backseat with a satellite | |
| And the telephone | |
| To tell you that it wouldn't last | |
| We caught the last train | |
| To Bayshore faces pressed on glass | |
| When I awoke alone | |
| In the empty concourse | |
| I knew that it couldn't last | |
| It never lasts | |
| We'll get bicycles | |
| Ride downhills | |
| To the river with friends | |
| Light candles in tin cans | |
| With the trickling sound | |
| I could have been in bare feet | |
| The loneliest boy in that town | |
| That town | |
| Alone | |
| In the backseat with a satellite | |
| And the telephone | |
| To tell you that it wouldn't last | |
| We caught the last train | |
| To Bayshore faces pressed on glass | |
| When I awoke alone | |
| In the empty concourse | |
| I knew that it couldn't last | |
| It never lasts |