[Verse 1]
I dreamed we worked in the department store, together in 1987
  in the middle of an aisle, we were dueling swords
for the title of immaculate retail lord
from the back of house to the blood on the floor.
My   left ear was up against your lips as you
pinned me back into a rack of padded shoulders.
  You whispered as the lights went out:
  "Be free forever baby,   your shift is over".
 
[Chorus]
  If there was ever such a feckless thing as night in the afternoon,
  still I might stretch   out the saltwater   taffied ends of every hour with you.
  I'm in another fit of laughter,   the speed at which the morning after
slips into the consciousness of the night,
seasonally shifting the limbs of our lives into action.
 
 
[Verse 2]
The colors of the world that go together best are the
deep evergreens and the reds of the robin’s breast.
My teacher is a   common creature that's never even spoken or
heard a word of English.
  Breakfast is an   edible calling card that serves to bridge our dimensions.
  My phone is   out in the yard and I'm feeling younger from paying attention.
 
[End-Chorus]
  If there was ever such a feckless thing as night in the afternoon,
  still I might stretch   out the saltwater   taffied ends of every hour with you.
  I'm in another fit of laughter,   the speed at which the morning after
slips into the consciousness of the night,
seasonally shifting the limbs of our lives into action.
seasonally shifting the limbs of our lives into action.