She's got a dress and she's got a steeple
She'll bury the hatchet she never knew evil
Like that time I took too many pills in one evening
We slept in the same bed and I had trouble breathing
And I woke in the morning with knots in my stomach
And realized that I could not live in the moment again
I realized my love was a lighthouse built too far inland

She's got a ring and she's got a steeple
She'll bury the hatchet in front of the preacher
I'll lick my wounds like a cat in a coffin
I'm feeling so old I should stay here
More often I get myself breathless
From blowing my own sails
And staying atop of these childhood hay bales again
I realized my heart was a lighthouse built too far inland

And as the saying goes of old I changed it today
If you love you love something then push it away, away

I'm a wreck in progress the hole
In every haul of every voyage
The fray in the rope of every promise the trojan horse
In every unassuming, in every unassuming fortress

The rivers and hills of the empire state
Where my cousins grew up
And my chest had no weight and we migrated
Back north for the first time in 8 years
And I realized that I was not green like the pine trees
And now I am sporting those hazy raccoon eyes
She wanted my heart I wanted between her thighs again
I realized my trust was a lighthouse built too far inland

And as the saying goes of old I changed it today
If you love you love something then push it away, away

I'm a wreck in progress the hole
In every haul of every voyage
The fray in the rope of every promise the trojan horse
In every unassuming, in every unassuming fortress