Midnight meet
Your apartment on seventh street
Two eyes and a crooked lamp is all I see
Cross-legged on your bed drunk on a lack of sleep
My hair is now combed and her nose is now pierced
We used to be so young and full of grand thought
Adolescent philosophers (Friends never lovers)
"You look much older" she says to me
We used to look down at hands and study our fingers
Now I'm looking down at a ring it's not mine but hers (Mid-spring)
Midnight meet
Your apartment up on seventh street
Can you remember?
Those lights on the hillside
Always out of reach
We were always an embrace away
Midnight meet
Everything will be all right in the end, my love
Decade, decade like a ring in my head
Everything will be all right in the end, my love