A yellow shape in the living room that you balance out You set aside the ingredients as I'm coming to And I slip into states as your hands slip beneath the dirty plates
I could spend tomorrow in two rows outside the city And I could stack my boxes in apartments with your drawings on the wall I could sit in reverie But what I should do is hold you by the bottom of the hill So hold me for a moment, bb
I was uptown in the coffee shop when I finally decided You were dusting off the tablecloth in your parents' house We're the same, we're the same But I'm tired of trying to explain it So what I should do is hold you by the bottom of the hill So hold me for a moment, bb