It was a long hot summer day 
We're in the living room watching the light drain away 
Too tired to read what your cards foretold  
inside of a yawn 
When she said,  
"The first time you show me your true heart I'll be gone." 

The numb ringing after the bell was rung 
Playing red light green light, such timeless fun 
There was no way to kickstart any conversation 
It was like the beginning of 2001  
when she said, "I'll be gone." 

The air isn't moving and  
the women have nothing on their lips 
But the kind of breath that you keep for the hospital bed 
Pregnant with the timeless drop and the wind 
How the air leeches the gold out of everything elusive and stolen 
I'll be gone