Beatrice

Would you call me when you get this? I know that there's nothing left to fix I just wanted to hear your voice Would you meet me on Beatrice? And when you reply, I'm up the block Buying my tall cans by the buck And when we meet at nine o'clock My voice shakes when I say Everything just hurts to touch I know I think, I think about it way too much On the pavement, I spill my guts A crowd's watching, but I won't shut up, and then Caught me right in the middle, darling Of feeling lighter and moving on They dim the lights and the music plays But you catch your cab and walk away And we head home again to separate places You looked so good, you cut your hair Just as it was in January Your car broke down beneath the snow You rubbed my hands the whole walk home Everything just hurts to touch I know I think I think about it way too much On the pavement, I spill my guts A crowd's watching, but I won't shut up, and then You caught me right in the middle, darling (middle, darling) Of feeling lighter and moving on (moving on) They dim the lights and the music plays But you catch your cab and walk away And we head home again to separate places We head home again to separate places We head home, we head home We head home to separate places We head home again to separate places Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on (middle, darling) Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on (middle, darling) Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on (middle, darling) Everything just hurts to touch I know I think I really gone and fucked it all up On the pavement, I spill my guts A crowd's watching, but I won't shut up, and then You caught me right in the middle, darling Of feeling lighter and moving on They dim the lights as the music plays But you catch your cab and walk away And we head home again to separate places We head home again to separate places We head home, we head home We head home to separate places We head home again to separate places Would you call me when you get this? I know that there's nothing left to fix I just wanted to hear your voice Would you meet on Beatrice? (On Beatrice) On Beatrice (on Beatrice) On Beatrice (on Beatrice) On Beatrice (on Beatrice)