In the middle of September we entertained the thought
of falling into rabbit holes and never coming out
in the garden of a girl who's mum is friends with Elton 
John, so she kept telling us
we just let it pass

and slipped a year or so behind ourselves
the time's already gone,
when people were just people not the jobs that they 
perform
our songs were just a thing we did with melody's and 
chords
now you're available in all good record stores. 

but
i knew you best back when love was just a feeling that 
ran out between my legs onto the, back of my dress
onto the clothes that i was wearing

when i was a child i was expected to believe
in something up above that no one touches or can see
but now they tell me that unless you're looking out of 
magazines well then you don't exist but i knew that you 
were real before i read it
in an interview today before i used you as a surface - 
did a line across your face 
in the toilet of a girl who's sitting outside dropping 
names like they were carpet bombs, she knows everyone

but, i knew you first back when love was underneath you 
with my fingers in the dirt,
you said "i'll stop if it hurts"
you said "i'll stop it if it's scary," 
you said "you know that i can stop this any time, 
if you think that it is tearing"
and i think of you when the leaves are brown,
i think of leaves that i have felt against my body on 
the ground
i think of places where we could go to now until they 
find us 'til they catch us, 'til they wake us and 
we drown until I know where i am
i'm in a garden of remembering your fingers in my hand, 
were like a book made of sand
was like the book that i was reading, was like the book 
that i had with me all the time
to tell me i was breathing

and its the middle of September. 
your image starts to fade into the one that they have 
printed on the 27th page
don't like to read these things you know i do it anyway 
i have no choice
have no choice i say

and i go out into the garden the birds begin to sing i 
am troubled by the thought of all the daylight they 
will bring 
i think that i will let somebody take me home again 
before the evening ends i will forget with them that 
i..
knew you at all
that my love was underneath you making puddles on the 
floor
and that i sleep to the thought of 
two people walking two steps forward always to the 
lives they've chosen clicks and hums and sirens and the 
sun
of two people walking two steps forward always to the 
lives they've chosen, clicks and hums and sirens and 
the sun
of two people walking two steps forward always to the 
lives we've chosen clicks and hums and silence and the 
sun