Animal panic this town
Blood-Orange moon & the turnpike laid out
We are Blue, We are Gold
We are 20 years on
A walk home through Central Square
I'm not dressed for this weather, but I need the air
3 years in the wild, with something to prove
There is more than one truth
I sit on the fire escape and call your phone
From Harlem to Cambridge, I know you won't pick up
'Cause you've moved on & I'm moving so slow
Wintering in New York, we'll stay in bed
'Til you take the train back to Boston and start up with him
It f*cks with my head
Long live love, love is dead
There is more than one end