If I could write, I'd tell you how much I miss these nights Where we dig around the bones, Try to find peace and patches for the holes I lit a cigarette on a parking meter Corner boys told her how I was dying to meet her Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee You drove up like a parade
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos Your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms
And I miss her sometimes Shaking like a leaf on the corner of life But I heard it's alright The radio spoke to a good friend of mine And I could feel it coming up as the nights getting warm Saw your summer dress hanging on the back of the lawn Like a dream I remember from an easier time With the top rolled down on a Saturday night
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos Your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars Where you just kept coming apart, Right in my arms
And I always dreamed of Classic cars and movie screens Trying to find some way to be redeemed Baby darling, we will be, in the cold cold ground.
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos Your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars. Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms You fell straight in my arms
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