Started no different than I dreamed it
The day after the party
Ran into him standing in the street
Wearing linen in the sun
I held a hand in front
A month in, we're lying on the bed
Pulls a hair off his tongue, says
What are you thinking on?
Don't I tell you all the time, man?
I guess you need to know
In the museum, in a new town
I watched him looking on
Walking to the hotel in the rain
Feel his fingers on my arm
Some man thinks we are lost
Sat on a chair, I take the hair dryer
Hold it to my clothes
His phone rings in the hall
I think, what are we taking on now?
I guess I need to know
He's moody
But he's warm
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