And will we ever feel that way again?
Like we were so close that we could live inside of one another's skin
Like we all showed up in this town to make something new and good begin
Will we ever be able to call one another
My my surrogate sister or brother, without
Being kinda cynical about its implications?
Well, the past few years
I guess they've been pretty weird,
And sure I left cause I was bored,
Or maybe scared of what it means
When something little comes between you
And everything you ever hoped or worked for
But now all I can say is friend don?t go away,
You know it kills me when we leave.
But when I?m nine hours on a bus,
I look at photographs of us and
I truly do believe its what we need?s
To go back to Portland
Or even anywhere in France
And find that shiver for your spine
To keep you growing like a vine,
And baby never stick too close to your plans
And know the best books of our lives,
They?re being written all the time
But not one of them is anywhere close
To finished yet