♪Now she watched a plane climb up into the cloudsAnd he moved a cigarette up close to his mouthIn paint-black windows, faces in framesHe moved his head to the base of her backStand naked, fobbing once againShe offered him a blanketShe plead across the floorHe heard all the echoesSo many are rapping at her doorA cup of wine, and you'll rememberEverything I thought could happen only once beforeShe said these memories are not mineThese colors, where are y'all?Beginning, I'm just passingHe said, your eyes look tired and warmLooking and looking to her pupilsDilating, her features tornOutside, they were making dealTo imagine a differenceIn the space between you and meYou're sending photographs of the monumentsPainting the passports blue♪