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.