Then I ran in the August heat
To the end of the street
Straight into traffic
Headlights on the canvas
You never listened to the plans we made
You looked away when the days grew shorter
Your eyes went down when the sun went down
Trying to write your name in the pavement
Run to the street, love
Run to the street
I'll meet you in a shadow
Out of the heat
Arthur, your hands
Never made it to the ground
They never made it to the ground
Give me my night-time, give me my lust
Give me my bookshelves
My fires, and the dust
Run to the street, Arthur
Run to the street - I'll meet you under
Run to the street, Arthur
Run to the street - I'll meet you under