Song
i was gonna love youtill the end of all daytime
and i was gonna keep
all our secret signs and our lullabies
i was made to believe
that our love would grow old
we were gonna live
in a treehouse and make babies
and we were gonna bury
our ex-lovers and their ghosts
baby we were made of gold
so many times
we drank fine winein one swallow
and in those late nights
we painted our walls bright yellow
and still that list of charms was
longer than my chain of broken hearts
and when the day was done
i figured i had already lost
from the start, from the start
