歌词
I don't think you expected
To leave it the way we left it
You drove me home
I had called your bluff
You wrote a letter in February
To me in the future
You said I hope you're still mine
Or at least we're still in touch
And I argued with a friend
From sixth grade who grew a beard
And still attends Latin mass
He said there's Christians in an ivory
Tower writing scripture
While Father Francis
Prays for aliens
And laughs
I don't like to tell you
What's going on inside me
Because most the time
I don't know myself
You put my hand up to your lips
Traced the knuckles of my clenched fist
Where I hide the fear
I'll always be just a help
And you say
Baby if you catch everyone
In the rye then who'll be left
To catch you
It's beautiful and it's sad
Like Willie's dying embers
It's my eyes almost but not quite
Blue
Baby if you catch everyone
In the rye then who'll be left
To catch you
It's beautiful and it's sad
Like Willie's dying embers
It's my eyes almost but not quite
Blue