One March, the winter still strong

I held your hand in mine

and before long we found

Easter Sunday, our clothes on the floor

Sunlight through the door at six a.m.

Back when we were older

Love was real, and we had never been so sure

Two years, those long summer nights

We'd dance in the streets

and end up in fights

but we shook them off, our clothes on the floor

the slamming of my car door, we knew

we were wholly alive

Everything was fierce, everything was pure.

Three strikes, you're out, you always knew,

it lingered on the horizon

patient and perfectly blue.

We'll say it tonight, our clothes on the floor

when I walk through that door, its over.

We don't know each other.

But I know that I…

I can't take any more.