Washington Square

You stood, one thing fragile among city streets
You were blood pumping through the cold concrete
You were vintage clothes and simple prose, the eighth wonder of the world
And I forgot all my advice about young girls
Maybe I love you, but I’m not sure where the line is drawn
Maybe I want you, but the time and the place and the parts are wrong
I can hold you up, but this isn’t where our hearts belong
I can carry you, but I have to carry on And gilt by the light of the warm summer sun,
I felt I might never meet anyone,
So logical, yet beautiful. And then you took off your shoes,
And you pulled me into the water after you
I shout it to the rafters in the concert halls
You whisper in hushed bedrooms, heard only by four walls
You might not think that they sound very similar at all
But it’s the same song
We both sing along