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LYRICS:
She paints in grey 
And she closes her eyes
Till the fireworks and palm trees almost look alike 
She looks up to me and whispers
"I won't be here in a year" 
So I take the long road 
To think and wonder why 
I can't sleep with all this sunlight 
If there's still evidence of us 
Why can't that be enough? 

I don't mean to drag you down 
You taste just like you always do 

Isabelle hides so I can't find my way 
I'd give anything just to surround your dreams 

The envy of the dead
The sound of scissors and sleep 
I can't believe you dreamed and pulled all of your clothes off
You're not supposed to drink with what's inside your purse 
And not expect me not to call you out 
I'm guiding your chin to my lips using only my fingertips 
All we have are parking lots and nowhere to go 
If you love me, then show me more 

Isabelle watches me from far away 
I'd give anything just to surround your dreams 
I know you like when the temperature rises to a boiling heat 
The chlorine and wine found 
He sees through her nightgown 
And everything fades away 

The stars awake 
But we can't see them out 
So why pretend? 
Is there a train that travels back to yours at 5am? 
Or are we walking? 
Car alarms and leaves that blow 
They're calling out our names
But it's gone too far 
Your butane mouth will spit me into flames 

Sorry 'bout it, I can't help it 
I'm an anarchist in love
And I forgot to call you 
I can't break you down while I 
Think about honey and the sweet New York sounds 

Isabelle hides so I can't find my way 
I'd give anything to carry on the same way  
The temperature rises to this boiling heat 
The chlorine and wine found 
He sees through her nightgown 
As Saturday burns away 

Back in the days when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again