Picture my face at your kitchen table

We're both fifteen years old.



Your parents are sleeping upstairs in their bedroom

The house is quietbut cold.

Did I tell you then? 

These are moments whole lifetimes are built on.



You're my best friend

And if it's tonight will these walls hold our secret? 

Don't breathe out loud --

It's like breaking glass

And the walls must hold the moments fast...



Picture my face in the space of your garage.

We're still fifteen years old.

Naked in blankets

The angels would thank us

If they knew how the future was told.



Did I tell you then? 

These are moments whole lifetimes are built on.



You're my best friend --

And now we're skin to skin

Only sweat runs between us.

Don't breathe out loud...

Don't breathe out loud...

Don't breathe...



Hold these piecespictures in tatters.

Fade the colorsstill a fortune to hold.



Picture my face in frame in a picture

Of when we were fifteen years old.

Fumbling for answers

Two out of step dancers

Content in darkness to hold.



Did I tell you then? 

These are moments my whole life is built on.

You're my best friend.

Did I tell you then? 

Did I tell you then? 

Did I tell you?