a dusty library Waiting for some words to jump at me We met by a trick of fate French navy my sailor mate We met by the moon on a silvery lake You came my
people from a nearby town Been obsessing and getting depressed about us Excess baggage and other stupid band stuff I wish my heart was cold But it's warmer than before I wish my
James, he came to my place He said he had to see my face He hopes that we can still be friends In his own way, he'll love me til the end And, James,