In the middle of September we entertained the thought
Of falling into rabbit holes and never coming out
In the garden of a girl who's mum is friends with Elton John
So she kept telling us we just let it pass

And slipped a year or so behind ourselves the time's already gone
When people were just people not the jobs that they perform
Our songs were just a thing we did with melody's and chords
Now you're available in all good record stores

But I knew you best back when love was just a feeling
That ran out between my legs onto the back of my dress
Onto the clothes that I was wearing

When I was a child I was expected to believe
In something up above that no one touches or can see
But now they tell me that unless you're looking out of magazines
Well, then you don't exist but I knew that you were real

Before I read it in an interview today
Before I used you as a surface, did a line across your face?
In the toilet of a girl who's sitting outside dropping names
Like they were carpet bombs, she knows everyone

But I knew you first back when love was underneath you
With my fingers in the dirt you said, 'I'll stop if it hurts'
You said, 'I'll stop it if it's scary'
You said, 'you know that I can stop this any time
If you think that it is tearing'

And I think of you when the leaves are brown
I think of leaves that I have felt against my body on the ground
I think of places where we could go to now
Until they find us till they catch us, till they wake us

And we drown until I know where I am
I'm in a garden of remembering your fingers in my hand
We're like a book made of sand was like the book that I was reading
Was like the book that I had with me all the time to tell me I was breathing

And it's the middle of September, your image starts to fade
Into the one that they have printed on the 27th page
Don't like to read these things, you know
I do it anyway I have no choice have no choice I say

And I go out into the garden, the birds begin to sing
I am troubled by the thought of all the daylight they will bring
I think that I will let somebody take me home again
Before the evening ends

I will forget with them that I knew you at all
That my love was underneath you making puddles on the floor

And that I sleep to the thought
Of two people walking two steps forward
Always to the lives they've chosen
Clicks and hums and sirens and the sun

Of two people walking two steps forward
Always to the lives they've chosen
Clicks and hums and sirens and the sun

Of two people walking two steps forward
Always to the lives we've chosen
Clicks and hums and silence and the sun