Here’s hoping that you never lose that accent
That once brought me so much joy
That I forgot all about the war outside-
No guns ringing in my min,
Just words of yours blowing in my ear
Like a cherry blossom wind
In the morning
With the sun climbing up the ivy
And pressing his face against window
To look in envy at how you love me.

Here’s hoping you never lose that accent
That I knew when I was just a boy,
Oh very young
Playing in your room
And there were lines falling from you mouth
Like orange water from the jug
All over my chest
You froze my heart, baby,
Froze it so I couldn’t breath.
Something about the way you fed me
Made me want to believe.

I hope you kept that accent you had,
The one that used to drive me mad
When we were both eighteen
And you were the only woman I had ever seen,
In the days when I would lie with you
Knowing in my heart that I would die with you
In the days before I ever knew
That I was, in fact, only born to lose you.