Summer with the lights out finds me

in my parent's basement

watching bedroom movies

Pictures and holidays hang in the hall

Guided by memory



Where we stand is where we'll jump from

It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface

and to still retreating hearts



Once choice turns two aside

A direction thought in common

A passing glance serving as a makeshift alter

Whispering, we confess



Where we stand is where we'll jump from

It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface

and to still retreating hearts

From the playground to my last breath

doesn't seem so far from finding common surface

and to still retreating hearts



Keep hoping for movie miracles

The windows are frames

and the scenes can change

I would have had to kiss you

at the drive-thru window

if they had their way



Where we stand is where we'll jump from

It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface

and to still retreating hearts

From the playground to my last breath

doesn't seem so far from finding common surface

and to still retreating hearts