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Like innocents caught in the bramble, we rambled
Past draughts and drafts into an early glimpse of heaven
We made a ragged little parade when we traveled
Past baying beasts under the overpass
Kept away by traffic's hollow roar

When the streetlights went out overhead it was a bad sign
When we saw shoes hung on telephone wires it was good
And the graffiti instructed us and comforted us
"It could always be worse," "Everything will be okay"
Written in sharpie on a toilet paper dispenser
In the women's restroom on the third floor

And his luck was tied to Orion, and her luck was in bus schedules
And she spoke to animals, and she spoke to children,
And his luck was me, but I turned out to be a bad penny
My spirit is still tangled in hidden places.

Wonder if all of this magic-
Enigmatic stolen signs, omens, ballroom dancing in her room at night,
Heavy boots beating on asphalt, wasps, and smoke rings
Holding his hand and drinking margaritas out of a glass jar-
All of this, wonder if it'll endure
Or if it'll be like the balloons released at midnight into a starry sky
One moment, one year of perfect magic, but I
Kept the remains of the one that popped before I let go-
Just a dirty bit of bright green rubber left to remind us.

Description
Like innocents caught in the bramble, we rambled
Past draughts and drafts into an early glimpse of heaven
We made a ragged little parade when we traveled
Past baying beasts under the overpass
Kept away by traffic's hollow roar

When the streetlights went out overhead it was a bad sign
When we saw shoes hung on telephone wires it was good
And the graffiti instructed us and comforted us
"It could always be worse," "Everything will be okay"
Written in sharpie on a toilet paper dispenser
In the women's restroom on the third floor

And his luck was tied to Orion, and her luck was in bus schedules
And she spoke to animals, and she spoke to children,
And his luck was me, but I turned out to be a bad penny
My spirit is still tangled in hidden places.

Wonder if all of this magic-
Enigmatic stolen signs, omens, ballroom dancing in her room at night,
Heavy boots beating on asphalt, wasps, and smoke rings
Holding his hand and drinking margaritas out of a glass jar-
All of this, wonder if it'll endure
Or if it'll be like the balloons released at midnight into a starry sky
One moment, one year of perfect magic, but I
Kept the remains of the one that popped before I let go-
Just a dirty bit of bright green rubber left to remind us.