Well he agreed wholeheartedly before I finished my sentencenWhich led me to believe he wasn't listening in the first placenMy distracted beholder looked over my shoulder to his sweet beheldnnAll the church bells are competing with the birdsnTheir hearts are bleedingnTheir sweet songs they dance round my headnThey sounded a warming each nightnAnd each morning from the edge of my bednnAnd so call on me soonnThe city's so funnIf you can't find the sunnJust turn on a lamp and pretend that it's onennWe kissed in a cafe, held hands on a escalatornMade out at a bus stop then on the busnFor what time has erasednI still know how it tastednIf a memory is a thing you can trustnnNow all the sweethearts in between us can spin around like ballerinasnThey can go get a room with a don't disturb doornIt's like money or fame if it eludes you againnMakes you hate those who have it even morennA man was astounded on entering heavennAll the money he'd lost in his life equaled exactly what he'd found down the cracks of seats of trainsnEven reached into drains just to hold the cold coin in his hand