i am walking again, counting my steps so i don't lose my way back home again
my car's collecting leaves
i love all of my things, they've been patient with me.
i thought that i might start to smoke
just so i'd have somewhere to put my hands when time just stands and stares.
we're souvenirs we buried the bars they bend in the wind,
we laugh and return we patron the saint i go on and go off in english enough,
no more we cry under our breath.
i though that i might start to smoke
just so i have somewhere to put my hands when time unplans.
affairs i couldn't care.
i'm not afraid to love someone for all my life 'till it comes undone,
when we catch our deaths and the continets come,
we keep speaking
of course it's so good to know that i'm not afraid i'm not afraid, i'm not afraid