The English Wishbone

Rain-clouds parting, raked up the heaps of stars
In a summer fading quickly
Burning ozone lingered like heavy fog
And we stumbled down the sidewalk
Buzzing neon the dangling pocket watch
And I was ripped from an amnesia
Doe eyed, dream-state phantasmagoria
Swaying slow and cinematic

We were young, fast friends and faster lovers
To know the night was to live in it forever

Sequined stardust sultry in retrospect
With a thin, tawdry nostalgia
Careless, clumsy, mishandled momentum
In a box of tacky keepsakes

Since I was young and flippant with a goodbye
So quick to shrug off there won't always be a next time

Well, I don't really want to talk now, baby
I don't want to think about it anymore
Sooner or later this will all start fading
And we'll have all the time we need to mourn

If I could ever turn the clock back, maybe
I could make it like we never met at all
And I could get around the slow decaying
Of knowing everything's my fault

And all regrets, unresolved suspense meet the same sad ends in time
So I'll wait here 'til the coast is clear, and you're miles out of sight (whoa)

I don't really want to talk now, baby
I don't want to think about it anymore
Sooner or later this will all start fading
And we'll have all the time we need to mourn

If I could ever turn the clock back, maybe
I could make it like we never met at all
And I could get around the slow decaying
Of knowing everything's my fault