Gabriel Kahane & Brooklyn Rider - Come On All You Ghosts: II. Letter to a Lover lyrics

[Verse 1] Today, I am going to pick you up At the beige airport My heart Feels like a field of gra** and sun My heart is wired directly To the power source of mediocre songs [Verse 2] I am trying to catch a ray of sunlight In my mouth I look, I look forward to showing you My new furniture I look forward to the telephone ringing It is not you You are in the kitchen Trying to figure out the coffeemaker [Verse 3] You are pouring out the contents Of your backpack I wonder if you now have golden fur I wonder if your arsenal of kind remarks Is empty [Verse 4] I remember when I met you You were wearing a gray dress That was also blue Not unlike you Under a clustered sky [Verse 5] They say, they say it's difficult To put a leash on a hummingbird So let us be no longer The actuary of each other Let us bow no longer our heads To the tyranny of numbers [Verse 6] Hurry off the plane With your rhinestone-covered bag Full of magazines that chatter On the downfall of the stars I will be waiting for you At the bottom of the moving stairs