she died on her birthday years ago
she lived on her deathbed
but she didn't know the way he looked at her was a sin
and he didn't know she never felt the wind on her skin
he climbed her a mountain
he built her a home in his heart, a prison
and waited for her to come and save him from castration
but he didn't have the balls to send the invitation
and there but for the grace of god go you and i
you and i have breathed enough of this air to be sleepy
to all the things we used to only dream would be
but we are propped up on one elbow each and staring
and i belong to you and you belong to me
and we're awake and we can see
and we have seen enough of this light to be blinded
to all the stuff we used to have to squint to see
but you're already on my retina forever
and it won't be long for you
and neither will it be long for me
so listen to me when i say there is no time
we only get a moment
and the words have to rhyme, given the modern format of song
a verse and a chorus to persuade you with their love song
she died on her birthday
all alone in her head, a prison where she waited with her telephone
but all its bells were silent as he stared at her number and her photo on his island
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