If the world was ending
I'd bike over to your house
Steal the bottle Dad's been saving
And kiss you on the mouth
And touch you and get drunk and watch it all burn down
And stop pretending that we might make it out

We were two islands when the waters had parted
And this is a song to tell you to break through and finish what you started
Into the muse
Oh how you want her
Into the waiting arms at the edge of the water

Now 7th Avenue
It wouldn't be so kind to you
But in the age of the poets
Weren't we the Kings?
Your ghost in my room
Forever in bloom
I still drink Four Roses
But the village is a dream
Floating out to sea

You went to school and got a serious degree
And settled in your hometown
To start your family
And I missed you
When we'd get drunk
And paint everything black
Should we stop pretending
That we might make it back?

We were two islands when the waters had parted
And this is a song to tell you to break through and finish what you started
Into the muse
Oh how you want her
Into the waiting arms at the edge of the water

Now 7th Avenue
It wouldn't be so kind to you
But in the age of the poets
Weren't we the Kings?
Your ghost in my room
Forever in bloom
I still drink Four Roses
But the village is a dream
Floating out to sea

Walking through the streets
With a fading memory
Of who we used to be
You carry part of me

Walking through the streets
Every future history
Have finished elegies
You carried part of me back

Now 7th Avenue
It wouldn't be so kind to you
But in the age of the poets
Weren't we the Kings?
Your ghost in my room
Forever in bloom
I still drink Four Roses
But the village is a dream
Floating out to sea