When I woke I took the backdoor to my mind and then I spoke I counted all of the good things you are and that list of charms was longer than my chain of broken hearts and when the day was done I figured I had already lost from the start – from the start I was gonna love you till the end of all daytime and I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our lullabies I was made to believe that our love would grow old we were gonna live in a treehouse and make babies and we were gonna bury our ex-lovers and their ghosts baby we were made of gold so many times we drank fine wine in one swallow and in those late nights we painted our walls bright yellow
When I woke I took the backdoor to my mind and then I spoke I counted all of the good things you are and that list of charms was longer than my chain of broken hearts and when the day was done I figured I had already lost from the start – from the start I was gonna love you till the end of all daytime and I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our lullabies I was made to believe that our love would grow old we were gonna live in a treehouse and make babies and we were gonna bury our ex-lovers and their ghosts baby we were made of gold so many times we drank fine wine in one swallow and in those late nights we painted our walls bright yellow
