|
I hadn't seen you in so long I didn't know you changed the color of your hair |
|
And I knew it had to happen someday but there's no way I could really be prepared |
|
There was music there were lights |
|
Across the street a laundromat had stayed open all night |
|
And a thousand angry angels took to the air |
|
We stood there talking so detached and not to glance up [and remember] each other's eyes |
|
And all the songs sounded the same and they gave names to every different kind of lie |
|
It was the standard dishonesty |
|
Secrets we decided we should keep |
|
And things we wouldn't admit to save our lives |
|
I said there's nothing else at all because you had the gall to ask me how I felt |
|
And you laughed like you were drunk but not on wine but someone drunk on someone else |
|
And in you I saw the past, concerned with nothing but holding hands and lying in the grass |
|
And I could tell in me you only could see yourself |
|
And now your friends and your parents |
|
They'll see you and they'll ask you how I've been |
|
They're just making conversation |
|
But you know you won't be seeing me again |
|
So you smile and pretend not to hear them |
|
Ahhhhhhhhhh |
