I know that someday you'll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain
I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same