eighteen Lyrics

Summer night in your room

You spoke like a sonnet

You moved like a flume

You made me want it

And autumn's a child

It takes and then it's honest

We planned out a life

We sang it like robins

Timing's not the villain though wanted it to be

When it got cold last year

I covered these callouses

With cotton and snow

My fingertips rotted

I'd heard of the thing

Though I never saw it

I'd dreamt of the spring

And you made me want it

Timing's not the villain though we blamed it recklessly

And can you not see

The eye of heaven shines

We were barely eighteen

Though it felt like a lifetime

Time was not the villain

This time was not the winner

And I miss you endlessly