Bonnie and me

Bonnie and me, we were only thirteen
She had a camera, we had a dream, sat in a tree
Taking pictures of thee…
But that was twelve years ago
And now you’re here but I’m on my own
And it’s no fun… it’s no fun without her
Why can’t it be just Bonnie and me?
Bonnie and me, jumping on beds
We were smalltown Salomés, you were John the Baptist’s head
We dress only in violet, we dress only in red
And if one of us breaks then the other repairs…
But that was eleven years ago
And now she’s very near (?) the snow
And it’s no fun… it’s no fun without her
Why can’t it be just Bonnie and me?
Do you remember the way we were love’s foot soldiers
And we were hiding in the grass for you?
We were love’s foot soldiers and we were wading through the mud for you
We were love’s foot soldiers and we were fighting in the grass for you
We were love’s foot soldiers and we were waiting in the cold for you