In the back of the taxi you turned off the TV
And read me a book on your phone
Here's the return of your skeleton key
Oh baby, the places we've gone
If that was goodbye then I must be high
You know I'll be seeing you soon
If that was goodbye then the snow in July
Is handed in the middle of June
'Cause when I'm with you, everything's treasure
I forget what it's like to be gone
I'm far from the town, in the suburbs of your pleasure
I've been in exile so long
I'll try not to stare at the sun, oh,
I'll try not to stare at the sun
I'll try not to stare at the sun