We shook out dates and headed for hills
To try and leave the city on stilts
That’s sitting in the drowning fields...
From all the ink lovers spilled

Standing in the seats of stories made for
Scrapes on my knees from clothing I wore
Wrinkling my seams so I can give more
Pretty as can be bark at your door

In leaking sinks run overfilled
By choruses that refuse to thrill
Daydreamy plans we never billed
When we made love sitting still

Standing in the seats of stories made for
Scrapes on my knees from clothing I wore
Wrinkling my seams so I can give more
Pretty as can be bark at your door

We slept on floors and got well read
In living rooms heavy heads
Cleaned our wounds and made our beds
We slept on floors and got well read

Standing in the seats of stories made for
Scrapes on my knees from clothing I wore
Wrinkling my seams so I can give more
Pretty as can be bark at your door