You got a high window, love

Think I’m gonna crawl into it.

And this is what I want:

To live with you

In a house full of light,

Just some place I could haunt

Around this town

Every night.

You start a fire

I’ll bring some wine

And a calla lily.

And it just brings us back to the impossible truth

You mix your medicine with mine

On a lazy Sunday.

Oh, I must be dreaming.

You got a warm hollow, love,

Think I’m gonna crawl into you.

But you know I rode here on a dark horse,

So if I lose I won’t be surprised

And your hand I’ll

Break worse

Just came by and say goodnight.

And I hear we belong to fire

But you are mine

We stole the keys to the kingdom.

And it just brings us back to the impossible truth

There ain’t no money in the bank

Yeah, but we still make a killing.

And it’s criminal.

They say I still have a problem.

Maybe that’s not what you been wanting to hear but I think

I got it worked out of my system.

Oh, and, with a little luck we might salvage the year.

So I’m memorizing

The marks of your skin

Like the stars above our

Lovely ocean.

And if I should lose my way again

Or can’t see through the clouds

And have to forsake navigation,

Oh, I will follow the sound

Of your voice

Where will bring me home.

Love, just you keep on singing.

And it just brings up back to the impossible truth:

That you can’t sing, breathe, and hold a note

It may be the flesh is weak but if the spirit still willing

Oh, keep on believing—

Oh, keep on believing—

Oh, keep on believing

In me.