At 11 O’clock at the end of the year
Little blush on your cheeks, little bow in your hair
You were standing alone at the top of the stairs
If I concentrate I can still see you there
If you leave in the night on a bus somewhere
Send a note to my door, I’ll wait for you there
Such a long way home, such a crooked moon
But if you’re tired dear, I’ll carry you.
There’s a black and white film from the year that we met
It was summertime, I didn’t know you yet
There’s a picture of you and I on the steps
Sitting perfectly still I will never forget
Now it’s late in the year, now It’s colder outside
We can shout at the moon while it sleeps in the sky
I will build you a life if it’s the last thing I do
I’ll marry you, I’ll marry you.