I believe that we could do it If we really wanted to I could really fall in love with you, If I let myself.
And I bus home On a rainy day through the blurry embers of autumn smeared on the Greyhound window Remembering how she and I Walked back after that movie Our breath crystallizing in the wind But barely breathing Full of reverence and sweet sisterhood the cinnamon bun midnight and soft whispers of the life we used to have together. Bury your sins beneath the heather and hibernate in hypotensive hallucination a final hallelujah of appreciation for the gifts that were ****** so prematurely in our arms Straight from the oven they burned our unprepared infantile hands as we stood, indifferent to distant lands and consumed by our own reality. Well, we're grateful now. Grateful in a way that destroys us a little We both know we both know too much to ever be completely okay And who would ever want it any other way? We smile through hard earned tears and kiss the make-up off our years And breathe the air of the country that gave us life And we don't shy away from the things that make us hurt And we thank the things that help us heal And we know that home is never farther than a bus can carry us.
So I think we could do it, If we really wanted to I could really fall in love with you, If I let myself