Caffeine Rivers

I could barely stand to hold my head up
 Thinking I'd be better off the grid
 'Cause I could only handle my own heaven
 Yours was on another plane to his
 Cherubim and seraphim and lyres
 
 Old Berlin and synonyms for tired
 Sinking in the car, I'd kick my floor in
 Given all the stars it might be bliss
 The pulp from the memoir you left this morning
 Framed me in an orange, golden tint
 And if only I had bought the tape recorder
 Just to hear you say those words again
 The way you just surrendered made it all the sweeter
 I was yours
 I melted then
 You dropped it in and left it on the side
 The bathing water's half of chapter nine
 Pa-ra, pa-ra, pa-ra, la-ra-ra-ram
 Pa-ra, pa-ra, pa-ra, la-ra-ra-ram
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 Sistine blisters
 I was cricking my neck out
 Trying to see our drawings of choirs get born
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 Sixteen, shivers
 I remember my legs shaking in my head
 While you were making your bed up next door
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 Caffeine rivers
 Your letters, they read themselves in my head
 I left them all on your doorstep that fall
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 Fifty winters
 My sweater was red
 You were growing your hair out
 Said you were fed up with it short
 
 But we're on to something
 On to something now
 We're on to something
 On to something now
 We're on to something
 On to something now
 
 Bliss redelivered
 (I thought we had said not to pull)
 (At that thread when you)
 (Kissed me)
 (My skin shed)
 (I had figured instead)
 (We'd begin to accept that)
 We're on to something
 On to something now