this time we won't pretend
The purity of swans doing handstands in a river.
A cool elegance that makes me shiver.
Crystallized truth in white down.
John Wilkes Booth’s pistol’s sound.
I see it all, us standing there,
Wind blowing through your hair.
The lake asleep, sun low and red,
Your eyes looking at the dreams in my head.
The earth turning, to face the sun,
Reveal every place we’ve come from.
The earth turning, going into night,
Conceal every action we didn’t get right.
In twenty-four hours you can wash it all away.
In twenty-four hours you can start a new day.
It’s our call, it’s for us to intend.
We can have it all, we can transcend.
Oh honey before we hit the end,
We’ll do it like before but without pretend.
We’ll touch a window coated in ice.
Write our names in those peaks and valleys.
We’ll throw away love’s loaded dice
In some forgotten back street alley.
Oh honey before we hit the end,
We’ll do it like before but without pretend.
We’ll try for the moon on a cloudy night.
Bare our chests for Cupid’s arrows.
Hold that pose till dawn’s first light.
Then serenade a song sparrow.
Oh honey before we hit the end,
We’ll do it like before but without pretend.
Pretend is riding backwards, full speed ahead.
And for saying, “Bang, bang, you are dead.”
Pretend is not remembering what it was for.
You don’t need it when your heart's an open door.
Oh honey before we hit the end,
We’ll do it like before but without pretend.