She fixes her lips, theynalways looks perfect...nNever a smudge line,nNever too mu-ch.nnI try on my blue shirt...nShe told me she liked it, once.nnShe wonders what I'll wear,nShe knows just what she'll wear,nShe al-ways wears blue.nnSo sneakers or flipflops?nI'm starting to panic...wait, wait...nRemember she asked you,nRemember to bre-athe,nAnd every-thing will be o-kay.nnOkay,nalright, alright, alright...nokay.nnThe moon is down,nand Heaven is waitingnfor callers and entriesnas we're calling out.nThis is ours;nit is ours, it is ours, it is ours.nnSo, tonight we drink,ntonight we dance,nnaked and tangled and twisted,nin love.nAnd tonight,nwe are the last ones who can feel it.nHeaven Is here,nHeaven Is here.nAnd tonight we are the only ones who feel it.nnI read more maps than books,nand I write more postcards than hooks.nHow I long for the Atlantic,nthough I'm paid to make girls panic,nwhile I sing Jesse's songs.nnSo my friend, Susan,nshe says to me, Chris,nI've gotta tell you something,nabout my situation, she said,nI cant get laid in this town,nwithout these pointy fuckin shoes.nMy legs are so black and blue,nand so are you...and soo aare youu...nnOkay,nalright...n