Tekst
What if you told me
You don't want anyone
Would the sails in irons fly half-mast
Off of Williamsburg
There's no wind left to sail
But they could float
And maybe I can visit you this year
Park Slope
And how I saw you in a magazine
Only weeks before
But you were like May's flowered errant queen
If it was 2004
And you could pick up Clinton Hill and run
Across the Koscuiuszko
And I would dam the East River alone
Just to watch you go
And baby did you know
All the time that I spend
Just to think of
You and me in the garden
And baby did you want
My burning soul on sun-bleached clouds
Just hold my hand
And you could drag me all around
I'd take you to Peter's
Just before the place closed down
This whole borough
A time machine the concrete found
And let's go sailing
Still in June the breeze is gone
Hardly matters
Let's stay stagnant in a storm
Oh oh