Když padalo listí, psali jsme si každej den
o moderním umění, o divadelních hrách
a filmech, co chtěli jsme vidět.

O zkratkách přes řeku. O mracích nad Letnou.
Jak člověka promění. O textech Mountain Goats.
O tom, co lidi dluží jiným lidem.

A pak jsem přemýšlel, kterou skladbu ti poslat.
Abych to nemusel říkat.
A pak mi bušilo srdce pod javorem
ve starý zahradě ve Svitavách.

krásný nový ráno
všechno přijde samo

Když máš ji rád, tak vyslovuj její jméno
Tak nějak zvláštně jinak, ať ví,
že v tvých rtech zůstává pořád v bezpečí
Ať na to pak může vzpomínat

Cause in my head (in my head, I do everything right)
When you call (when you call, I’ll forgive and not fight)
Because ours (are the moments I play in the dark)
We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart, uh

You’re the only friend I need (you’re the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing ’til our ribs get tough (and laughing ’til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)

That will never be enough
That will never be enough
That will never be enough
That will never be enough
That will never be enough

The drink you spilt all over me
“Lover’s Spit” left on repeat
My mum and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy getting old

This dream isn’t feeling sweet
We’re reeling through the midnight streets And I’ve never felt more alone
It feels so scary getting old

Baby really hurt me
Crying in the taxi
He don’t wanna know me
Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm
Says it was poison
So I guess I’ll go home
Into the arms of the girl that I love
The only love I haven’t screwed up
She’s so hard to please
But she’s a forest fire
I do my best to meet her demands
Play at romance, we slow dance
In the living room, but all that a stranger would see
Is one girl swaying alone
Stroking her cheek

Remember when we used to sing, baby
Up in your room, before your mother got home
There was a sound to our innocence
Our voices were lovers in the same band
Now I’m unsure how they would sound, isn’t it sad?

And it’s like snow at the beach
Weird, but fuckin’ beautiful
Flying in a dream
Stars by the pocketful
You wanting me tonight, feels impossible
But it’s comin’ down, no sound, it’s all around
Like snow on the beach

You look like you’ve been for breakfast at the Heartbreak Hotel

And sat in the back booth by the pamphlets and the literature on how to lose

Your waitress was miserable and so was your food

If you’re gonna try and walk on water make sure you wear your comfortable shoes