| If you wanna run | |
| If you wanna run | |
| I will, too. | |
| But if you wanna stay | |
| We can try and dodge all the things | |
| That try to get in our way. | |
| Get out, get out of our way. | |
| And they'll all say it's too soon. | |
| Two shrinking violets at full bloom. | |
| Hearts prolific in plain view, | |
| As lovely large as craters on our moon. | |
| Oh! | |
| On chamomile lavender days, | |
| I'll find peace under care | |
| of your razor-sharp ribcage, | |
| Your lifted ribcage. | |
| And we can promenade | |
| All along the bay. | |
| Oh, neither ever afraid. | |
| No, neither ever afraid. | |
| And they'll all say it's too soon. | |
| Two shrinking violets at full bloom. | |
| Hearts prolific in plain view, | |
| As lovely large as craters on our moon. | |
| Oh, my heart. | |
| And they'll all say it's too soon. | |
| Two shrinking violets at full bloom. | |
| Hearts prolific in plain view, | |
| As lovely large as craters on our moon. |