She's got a dress and shes got a steeple
She'll bury the hatchet she never knew evil
Like the time I took too many
Pills in one evening
We slept in the same bed and I had trouble breathing
And I woke in the morning with knots in my stomach
I realised that I could not live in the moment again
I realized my love was a lighthouse built too far inland
And she's got a ring and she's got a steeple
She'll bury the hatchet in front of the preacher
I'll lick my wounds like a cat in a coffin
I'm feeling so old I should stay here more often
I keep myself breathless from blowing my own sails
And staying on top of the childish haybales
I realized my heart was a lighthouse built too far inland
And as the saying goes of old, I changed it today
If you love, you love something, then push it away, away
And I'm a wreck in progress
The hole in every haul of every voyage
The fray in the rope of every promise
The trojan horse
In every unassuming, in every unassuming fortress
The rivers and hills of the empire state
Where my cousins grew up and my chest had no weight
And we migrated back north for the first time in 8 years
And I realized that I was not green like the pine trees
And now I am sporting those hazy raccoon eyes
She wanted my heart I wanted between her thighs again
I realized my trust was a lighthouse built too far inland
And as the saying goes of old I changed it today
If you love you love something then push it away, away
I'm a wreck in progress
The hole in every haul of every voyage
The fray in the rope of every promise
The trojan horse
In every unassuming, in every unassuming fortress