| When I woke | |
| I took the backdoor to my mind | |
| and then I spoke | |
| I counted all of the good things you are | |
| and that list of charms was | |
| longer than my chain of broken hearts | |
| and when the day was done | |
| I figured I had already lost | |
| from the start – from the start | |
| I was gonna love you till the end of all daytime | |
| and I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our lullabies | |
| I was made to believe that our love would grow old | |
| we were gonna live in a treehouse and make babies | |
| and we were gonna bury our ex-lovers and their ghosts | |
| baby we were made of gold | |
| so many times | |
| we drank fine wine in one swallow | |
| and in those late nights | |
| we painted our walls bright yellow |
| When I woke | |
| I took the backdoor to my mind | |
| and then I spoke | |
| I counted all of the good things you are | |
| and that list of charms was | |
| longer than my chain of broken hearts | |
| and when the day was done | |
| I figured I had already lost | |
| from the start from the start | |
| I was gonna love you till the end of all daytime | |
| and I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our lullabies | |
| I was made to believe that our love would grow old | |
| we were gonna live in a treehouse and make babies | |
| and we were gonna bury our exlovers and their ghosts | |
| baby we were made of gold | |
| so many times | |
| we drank fine wine in one swallow | |
| and in those late nights | |
| we painted our walls bright yellow |
| When I woke | |
| I took the backdoor to my mind | |
| and then I spoke | |
| I counted all of the good things you are | |
| and that list of charms was | |
| longer than my chain of broken hearts | |
| and when the day was done | |
| I figured I had already lost | |
| from the start from the start | |
| I was gonna love you till the end of all daytime | |
| and I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our lullabies | |
| I was made to believe that our love would grow old | |
| we were gonna live in a treehouse and make babies | |
| and we were gonna bury our exlovers and their ghosts | |
| baby we were made of gold | |
| so many times | |
| we drank fine wine in one swallow | |
| and in those late nights | |
| we painted our walls bright yellow |
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