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She ran hard and her feet felt nothing |
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A giant river twisting to the top of the hill |
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And fell down hard, and man, it hurt |
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And bruised her body on the rocks and the dirt |
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See, to her this just feels weird |
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And very, very, very sad |
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But she won't cry |
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She won't cry |
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She'll come home, baby |
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If you take it all back |
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If you take it all back |
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And it was hard when he told her |
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Those ideas that never got finished |
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Well, that's what we are |
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We're like the places you just never see |
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You read about them, you know you'd love them |
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Well, that's how you fell in love with me |
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And to him this just seems weird |
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And very, very, very sad |
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But don't cry |
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Don't laugh |
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Would you come home, baby |
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If I take it all back? |
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Cause I can take it all back |
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(look out...) |
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And I've heard that we can be fulfilled |
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Like fireflies in a steel mill |
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We got fresh pressed linens on the floor |
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But the landlord's at the door |
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Saying your checks are in disappearing ink |
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And your gold has broken all my teeth |
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And this past christmas, the air was too dry |
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And set fire to the wreath |
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But we were warm and dry beneath |
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This is the last time oyu'll do this to me |
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And oh, oh, oh, oh Emily |
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You can't hold your drink |
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And no, no, no, no, it has to be |
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What do you think |
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Of this heavy smog warning? |
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Should we turn our tails and flee? |
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Or should we just sit tight and breathe deep? |
