Dancing around in your bu*ton up coat, in a cabin of hammered hardwood notes
Beneath the trees, top a blanket of leaves, it was built by a man in the
1960's. Under the skeleton roof you wed a girl you just met, she shared some
Sangria, and stayed up past sunset, and I watched you laughing with smeared
Black eyes, with a collection of stories from the previous night, a jug in one
Hand, half empty with wine. Together for some nights in November. All we are
Is one-nighters and songs. I robbed an Indian soul from a vacant porch, placed
It in the trunk, then got hungry for more. Stared down the street treasure
Finds, I didn't trust my luck so I left them behind. Dancing around with your
Brown bear ears, up a spiral staircase, you're in love with your fears. And you
Watched me drownd in the bottle quick, with ink in one hand trying not to be
Sick, a smoke in the other, we're one messed up click. Together for some
Nights in November. All we are is one-nighters and songs. In a closet built
For jacket weather, I learned that with you is exactly where I belong