MoMa

I was never the one to enjoy the dances where younger hearts were all feigning romances
And the girls wanted to be thin, the boys to come in
And all of the words they wasted on ears trying to hear phrases that fade with the years
The fear they may never remain, oh poor Citizen Kane

Well, they don't take their time
Darling, I mean it, how they used to start fires
You should have seen it; how they took the role of Bonnie and Clyde as if they meant to have died
Oh, and to prove their worth, they tear down cedars to brag to their friends how they weren't bleeders
They were not looking for a sin, just something to believe in

Us translucent hearts tend to act stalwart, ignoring the storm with our gaze out to starboard
Searching for a sweeter relief post a bitter 'pertif
And Tom B regards us less than the poor kids; both stuck in the ground alone with the orchids
We naïve won't give to demands
We're robots reaching hands

So won't you please, please, please come on this boat ride with me?
The other boys can sit back with their envy
Slowly we drift out of sight so we can enjoy our night
No, we won't go too far; we are aware how we're supposed to play our part
Love, we realize we're both looking for a friend, not just a means to an end
Woah, we are both looking for a friend, not just a means to

So won't you please, please come on this boat ride with me?
The other boys will sit back with their envy
Slowly we drift out of sight so we can enjoy our night
No, we won't go too far; we are aware how we're supposed to play our part
Love, we realize we're both looking for a friend, not just a means to
Woah, we are both looking for a friend, not just a means to an end