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 at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same.
And our hearts still beat the same.