She takes you crawling, lost and hungry, and lets you stay the night She lets you read every inch of her, and make sense of her rhymes You study the creases, the longing in every line
And you’ll never know the answers or the meaning and She pulls you close, revealing she’ll never let you go, go She feeds you fresh fruit, and expensive Georgian wine You treasure the good days, cause you know the end’s in sight
And in years from now, although the outlines will be rough Her image clear, will press against you just enough Between the streets you walked, the snowfall from above Something will hold you, and you won’t know what it was
She takes you walking by the arm and teaches things you never knew She talks of fight and revolution, but there’s romance at the root She wades through fire and empire, and sings the sweetest tune
And you’ll never know the answers or the meaning She opens up, revealing she’ll never let you go, go She whispers broken English, you’re reaching for her dress And dulls all your senses, and you cry for all you left
And in years from now, although the outlines will be rough Her image clear, will press against you just enough Between the streets you walked, the snowfall from above Something will hold you, and you won't know what it was