I saw the most beautiful boy yesterday.
I was in Seattle down on 6th avenue, and right on the corner of a store there was a little gypsy boy about 16 or so playing a harmonica but looking down the whole time. He had blonde hair and green shirt and suspenders and mustard pants and handwoven socks and worn down shoes, I was in love! but of course, he never saw me haha
Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt, hands of a fortune teller's son
Young love shakin’ the earth like a heart shot out of a gun
Lips like gravity pull me under, reckless weather on his breath
Smells like rain, hits like thunder
A storm is comin’, I got nothin’ left
So we run, yeah, yeah, yeah, we run
Come undone like a string on a sweater that you pull but you know better
But doin’ what you shouldn’t’s half the fun
So we run
Fire and laughter, fence posts flyin’
Feel the fever in the air
Can’t remember what came before him and what comes after, I don’t care
Hands are tremblin’, I swore I wouldn’t
One more look and I’ll give in
Hundred reasons why I shouldn’t, but I lost my heart and wanted him to win
