Jessie says she's been here for a thousand days
thousand days to her that just don't mean a thing
Cause the city makes a perfect place to sleep
And [bad word] home
He said he brought her things
Like gifts from every coast and songs for them to sing
But singing never got her very far
And this whole coast is full of pin-up paper rockstars

She said [bad word] Until her feet don't touch the ground
And as the waves carry me out
We'll keep listening
She'll never make a sound
So keep [bad word] and the details quiet
She's like a ghost that keeps you up all night
And she'll be a secret you can keep
Keep me

Cuts on paper hearts
They can be awful deep
Rips from wear and tear on different city streets
Don't all need a home, but just a place to sleep
So I [bad word] Until my feet don't touch the ground
And as the waves carry me out
We'll Keep listening
She'll never make a sound
So keep [bad word] and the details quiet
She's like a ghost that keeps you up all night
And she'll be a secret you can keep
Keep me
Keep me

And still she'll find that every time [bad word] She leaves behind another piece of her
On every city street

So I [bad word] Until my feet don't touch the ground
As the waves carry me out
Keep listening

So I [bad word] Until my feet don't touch the ground
And as the waves carry me out
We'll keep listening
She'll never make a sound
So keep [bad word] and the details quiet
She's like a ghost that keeps you up all night
And she'll be a secret you can keep
Keep me
Keep me

So keep [bad word] and the details quiet
She's like a ghost that keeps you up all night
And she'll be a secret you can keep
Keep me
Keep me