Goddamn, you look holy hit from behind with light. You're a painting of a saint And I'm nervous stumbling over my lines When I tell you I love you And we stare at Catalina. A city lost to the sea, Carried out by the tide.
You were the one thing I got right.
Goddamn, you look holy Bathed in the January light On the floor of our new bedroom On the carpet with the window opened wide. And when you tell me you love me, I can actually see it. Your breath frozen in the air, Newborn droplets of ice.
You were the one thing I got right.
I'm measuring heartbeats in miles away. You held me together. I used to burst and decay. We got off the airplane, a couple of runaways. I was hoping you'd stay. Could you stay?
You were the obvious one. From a taxicab in Chelsea Out past Salvation Mountain. You were the obvious one. From a walk along the highline Out to Wicker Park in August. You were the obvious one. From your upper-east side dorm room To the southwest Marin Headlands With you smiling in the sand. Goddamn, I hate leaving.
Another early flight. I ran the dishwasher this morning. I wanted there to be clean plates for you tonight. I've grown used to your perfume. It hangs in the morning light. Wake me up before you leave for work And kiss me goodbye.
You were the one thing I got right.
I'm measuring heartbeats in miles away. You held me together. I used to burst and decay. We got off the airplane, a couple of runaways. I was hoping you'd stay. Could you stay?
I'm measuring heartbeats in miles away. You held me together. I used to burst and decay. We got off the airplane, a couple of runaways. I'm glad that you stayed.