The Possibility

We met the night the taxis made a killing

The night was ours

Feet soaked right through, a bet that I am willing to make

Unshakable and silent like a daydream

You held yourself like you were and always had been

The streetlights burned a neon hum above us

As we went down, as we went down

But hold me up in the smoke

And suddenly I am seventeen

Hold me up, let me float

You held me like a magazine

You were hardly there

A part of a sinking silhouette

A spark in the hearth of a fire set

You were hardly there

A fragment of a sinking silhouette

You, the possibility and the promise

We took the floor and sweating windows with us

A porcelain hand that fanned and rested on a dozen shoulders

And there you hung and echoed like a newsflash

In the rush of the traffic

In the flush of the fountain shiver

Hold me up in the smoke

And suddenly I am seventeen

Hold me up, let me float

You held me like a magazine

You were hardly there

A part of a sinking silhouette

A spark in the hearth of a fire set

You were hardly there

A fragment of a sinking silhouette

You, the possibility and the promise

You, the possibility and the promise

You were hardly there

A part of a sinking silhouette

A spark in the hearth of a fire set

You were hardly there

A fragment of a sinking silhouette

You, the possibility and the promise

You, the possibility and the promise

You, the possibility and the promise

You, the possibility and the promise