I run my fingers through
the knotted grass of Prospect Park
Down the path where we lost
ourselves after dark
I see your silver smile
as morning sparkles through the leaves
With dirt under your fingernails
and grass stains on your knees
Come back to me, come back to me.
I see your slender fingers
as you twist the pocketknife
The silver dagger dances
in the full moon’s shiny light
You push me against a willow
and you sweetly swear to me
As you reach over my head
and carve our names up in that tree
Come back to me, come back to me.
No it just don’t feel right - I’d wait all night
I’ve waited all my, waited all my life
The Williamsburgh Bank Tower
off 4th Avenue
You see me climb to the top
and wonder what I’m gonna do
Yeah all your neighbors see me waving
high above your block
As I take out a wrench
and turn the time back on the clock
Come back to me, come back to me.
As long as our names are carved
way up in that tree
You’ll always have a piece of me
Cause it just don’t feel right -
I’d wait all night
I’ve waited all my, waited all my life
Come back to me,
come back to me,
come back to me
Cause I can’t help coming back to you
credits
from Fireships,
released April 21, 2015
Written by Andrew Vladeck
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