Quiet enough to tuck us away under
Neon signs
We swim against the current
I can't touch you
But I'm holding his hand
We can't go back now -
Here's the key
If your worried about tomorrow
The way this creases your lips
Runs across your chest
I'll fight you in the morning
As nothing happens by chance
Tasseled remains of yesterday's intentions
Bring us here
I can't touch you
But I'm holding his hand
Give you the key
Lock it in a safe
If your worried about tomorrow
We can swim against the current
Do you feel me beat across your chest
Do you feel me crease your lips
Parchment lined streets
If your worried about tomorrow
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