Church Street

Drunk on my bed, listening to cigarettes after sex.
Repeating what you said, that this is for the best.

And you are probably eating sushi.
Or maybe you're just getting high and woozy.
Or maybe you're just busy making movies.

I think I saw you last night at Church Street.
Or maybe that was just someone else.
Blossom's store never felt so empty.
I think I spent all afternoon looking for your favourite book.

High as a kite, wondering if we could touch the sky.
You never told me why we never even tried.

We are still talking.
I call you up and hear that someone's knocking at your door.
So I hang up the phone.

I think I saw you last night at Church Street.
Maybe that was just someone else.
Blossom's store never felt so empty.
I think I spent all afternoon, looking for your favourite book.

And I will always be right here to help you fall asleep at night.
And I will always be the first to call you up in times of freight.
And be by your side.

I think I saw you last night at Church Street.
Maybe that was just someone else.
Blossom's store never felt so empty.
I think I spent all afternoon.