Made to Blush

In some low pale blue-lighted place

A growing secret I can't hide

I'll stare out gently into space

Until you ask what's on my mind

Forever is not that long

I let out a soft "I knew it"

In the back seat of your car

There's nowhere to be right now

Close your eyes, turn your cheek

And try to hold it to me

And now I keep tears in my eyes

Like camera lenses, Vaseline

I know you're trying to play nice

Nobody plays as nice as me

I'm tired of what coach wants

The timid at last feel better

On the cold grass of your lawn

You're making the skylight blush

Close your eyes, turn your cheek

And try to hold it against me

And try to hold it against me

And try to hold it against me

And try to hold it against me

And try to hold it against me

And try to hold it against me