If the world was ending, I'd bike over to your house
Steal the bottle Dad's been saving, and kiss you on the mouth
And touch you and get drunk and watch it all burn down
And stop pretending that we might make it out
We were two islands when the waters had parted
And this is a song to tell you to break through and finish what you started
Into the muse, oh, how you want her
Into the waiting arms at the edge of the water
Now 7th Avenue, it wouldn't be so kind to you
But in the age of the poets, weren't we the kings?
Your ghost in my room, forever in bloom
Still drink Four Roses, but the village is a dream
Floating out to sea
You went to school and got a serious degree
And settled in your hometown to start your family
And I missed you, when we'd get drunk and paint everything black
Should we stop pretending that we might make it back?
We were two islands when the waters had parted
And this is a song to tell you to break through and finish what you started
Into the muse, oh, how you want her
Into the waiting arms at the edge of the water
Now 7th Avenue, it wouldn't be so kind to you
But in the age of the poets, weren't we the kings?
Your ghost in my room, forever in bloom
Still drink Four Roses, but the village is a dream
Floating out to sea
Walking through the streets with a fading memory
Of who we used to be, you carry part of me
Walking through the streets, every future history
Half-finished elegies, you carried part of me back
Now 7th Avenue, it wouldn't be so kind to you
But in the age of the poets, weren't we the kings?
Your ghost in my room, forever in bloom
Still drink Four Roses, but the village is a dream
Floating out to sea
