and read me a book on your phone
Here's the return of your skeleton key,
oh baby, the places we've gone
If that was goodbye, then I must be high,
you know I'll be seeing you soon
If that was goodbye, it'll snow in July,
as it hailed in the middle of Jun
Don't give me your body in bed
Remember the things that we said
If that was goodbye, then I must be high
You must be the sugar I need
If that was goodbye, then I am a fly
And the future is guaranteed
I forget what it's like to be gone
and the suburbs of your pleasure
I've been in exile so long
Trying not to stare at the sun
Trying not to stare at the sun
Trying not to stare at the sun
try not to look at the clock
then drop me a line from the dock
And maybe I'm losing the thread
If that was goodbye, the sea has run dry
So fill it with tears instead
I forget what it's like to be gone
and the suburbs of your pleasure
I've been in exile so long
Trying not to stare at the sun
Trying not to stare at the sun
Trying not to stare at the sun you