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Remember Saturdays |
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when we were young |
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and you and me woke |
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We broke out back doors |
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just learning how |
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to navigate, oh |
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It was a dreaming state |
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even when I was awake |
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And no one found out |
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We never heard a word |
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or figured how to move it alone |
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You in your mother's dress |
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and me with mine |
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Well, now I'm the |
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only one you'd ever say |
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could bury all your faith away |
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So how do you know? |
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I don't wanna go tonight |
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I don't wanna go tonight |
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Oh do you keep me in mind? |
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Speaking in undertones |
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Never gonna be one to write |
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Now it's all I do |
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Since then you moved away |
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much taller now |
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your neck long and proud |
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I watch you from below |
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I see what you |
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keep carved in the ground |
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I turned a shade of green |
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living in a waking, oh oh |
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And no one found out |
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We'll never hear a word |
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or figure how to move it alone |
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You wear your father's best |
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while I keep mine |
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pressed clean out of sight |
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I know you'll never stay |
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be buried underground one day, oh oh |
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So how do you know? |
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I don't wanna go tonight |
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I don't wanna go tonight |
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Oh do you keep me in mind? |
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Speaking in undertones |
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Never gonna be one to write |
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Now it's all I do |
