Damn Sure

Damn sure about it We covered our bodies in the mud and moss Drunk on the rhythm of a cricket's song We were damn sure about it And love was a shape in the slippery light A flame on a moth at moonless night We were damn sure about it Caught in the arm of a blue-eyed storm Rain on cloth on muscle on bone We were damn sure about it And love was a half-blurred poem you wrote The creak in the moan of the hardwood floor Damn sure about it We were damn sure about it We were damn sure about it We were damn, damn sure about it We were damn sure about it Well, I changed my name the day I left I cut my hair, I hemmed my dress I was damn sure about it You were playing piano in an empty room Ringless finger, a calloused thumb Damn sure about it We were damn sure about it We were damn sure about it We were damn, damn sure about it We were damn sure about it Now I'm lost in the belly of a cold museum Staring at the beaks on the bird-faced men Now you're sitting in the kitchen with someone else Stacking up peels of your clementines Damn sure about it We were damn sure about it We were damn sure about it We were damn sure about it Damn sure about it Damn sure about it