Go ahead and lay your head on my shoulder
Your hand on my arm, you still got your gla**es on
Powdered-sugar snow in New England
The wind is singin', and blood is pumpin' warm
And this is not what we'd intended
Still, I'm willing to defend it
It might not not be love
Radio antenna on the water tower
Tidal pa**age of hours
This might not not be love
This ain't a book of days
It's just a page
One more dragged footstep towards old age
It seems so endless
But it ends before you can take ten breaths
But try not to forget it, try not to let it slip away
This is not what we'd intended
Still, I'm willing to defend it
It might not not be love
Radio antenna on the water tower
The melodic pa**age of hours
This might not not be love
Plant your feet in kindness
And don't worry about money
I'll get the strings, you get the coffee
Yours black, and mine with milk and honey
So maybe it's bad luck to categorise it
Or try to disguise it, it's a misstep to deny it
I'm a bad liar and a retired thief
So warm yourself with wool blankets
We'll make a palette on the floor and
I'll sleep next to you if you believe in me
And this is not what we'd intended
Still, I'm willing to defend it
It might not not be love
Radio antenna on the water tower
The unstoppable pa**age of hours
This might not not be love
This might not not be love