Mother was a magpie
Oh the stories I tell
Wink away the night
Ride it straight down to hell
Get a room with a view and a seven hundred dollar bottle of perfume
I wasn't so illuminous
Not quite sure what's alluding us
But I do
I still don't get it right but I really try
Swim though we're starry-eyed
I'm swinging from your kite
I want to follow the lines though I know I've said it over thirteen times
I love your hands
I was thinking of us kissing in a marching band in Chicago on a Tuesday all packed up in the subway
Darling your hair falls right down straight in a way that makes your smile feel great
I wanted to tell you how, but your eyes were pointed down
I thought we could walk around but I heard you'd already walked around
But I still don't get it right
But I really try
Swim though we're starry-eyed
I'm swinging from your kite