I know that someday you’ll be sleeping,Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming,softly breathing out your name.I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darlingscars will remain.I say we scrape them from each other, darling, andlet them wash off in the rain.And when they run into the river, oh no,let the water not complain.I swear that even with the distance,slowly wearing at your name,Your hands still catch the light the right way andOur hearts still beat the same.And our hearts still beat the same.
