I know that someday you'll be sleeping, darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling, scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain. 
And when [bad word] into the river, oh no, let the water [bad word] 
I swear that even with the distance slowly wearing out your name, 
Your hands still catch the light the right way and 
Our hearts still beat the same.