all the songs are saying
we can put our cares in shopping carts
and take each others' hands
and run run run (they'll never catch up)--
and there are no consequences, and
you and i will last for-ev-er, love.
and all the newscasters predict
our early deaths, while we
run rampant and defy reality--
we leap in front of cars, we drive
each other off of cliffs, we
reach for unbidden territories.
and this starlight, this moon
streaming down from years away
(it is really all old light)
touches us now, reaches down and drags
your hand from mine, love,
and places it against my shaking ribs.
in the morning i'll rethink this,
and regret will make me old;
but tonight i'll live the lyrics,
and abandon everything for a chance
to jump over the moon holding hands with you.