Namcy

Sunday nights, a premonition

Photobooth left set to hearse

Just two absolute beginners

Oh, we gotta find some place to hide

Yeah! A ballroom? A car?

You're oh, so kisserable, so kisserable

Get me away from here, I'm dying

Give me a piece and let me cry

Mirrors for kissing

Give me somewhere to hide

French exit, Irish good-, oh

So in satin and plaid

We bought a house in the plains

I started planning a long, long while ahead

You said to meet you there

But I got lost on the way

I'll be scratching at the holes in the gates

Eye contact on connecting trains

The last two seats to the play

Your mother said

"I don't believe they're married at all

Married at all" oh, god-

Get me away from here, I'm dying

Give me a piece and let me cry

Mirrors for kissing

Give me somewhere to hide

French exit, Irish goodbye

Get me out of here, I need to catch your breath

Where the words hang in the air, somewhere colder

Like the MNCDA

205.10

I think it over and over again