But these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold. And this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone. And this TV’s old. The color’s fucked. You see the difference in the shades. But the green’s still close to green, my love, and I believe we are the same. And we’ll stay like this, all gold and green. Light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen. And if you close your eyes, we will always be the way we were that night you crawled inside of me.
(told you I’d do it.)
