My hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw

My hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw

It's real neat, the moment's sweet but it's all wrong



And we're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside

We're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside

Yeah, I'm the model of composure out there

But you oughta see me shaking later on



My brain gets flooded six hours later

My brain gets flooded over six hours later

Rivers run with pictures of you as I stare up at the blood red moon

Lying out front on the lawn, hey