If I know you’re going
And if I know you’re gone
Should I pretend you’re not?
Our love is gravity and water
Seeping through the roof
And pooling in the garage

Waiting out the thaw to patch up all the cracks
Ripping out the walls while it’s dripping down your back
There’s a couple ways this works and a thousand ways it can’t
You know I know all about that bag you got packed

I’ve been climbing up every power line
If I’m guessing where you’ve been
I haven’t felt your love in the longest time;
I just want to see us from above again

Tightrope walker strung a wire over the infield of the racetrack
It’s ripe for disaster, the wind’s picking up
And gets amplified by all of the gasps
They thing you’re gonna fall, and your mother’s taking bets
I want to make love to you underneath the nets
And our oil-slick skin can hold a thousand sunsets
Drift away in my version of the summer we got left