It was a long hot summer day We're in the living room watching the light drain away Too tired to read what your cards foretold inside of a yawn When she said, The first time you show me your true heart I'll be gone.
The numb ringing after the bell was rung Playing red light green light, such timeless fun There was no way to kickstart any conversation It was like the beginning of 2001 when she said, I'll be gone.
The air isn't moving and the women have nothing on their lips But the kind of breath that you keep for the hospital bed Pregnant with the timeless drop and the wind How the air leeches the gold out of everything elusive and stolen I'll be gone
