Sitting here beside myself taking time

Replaying these moments that you remind

Im floating three feet higher then I was a week before

Im still sorting through these feelings so sublime



And youve opened my eyes

Im not as clean as I thought Id seem to you

And my slick tongue is tied

Strap yourself in and lets ride





Down past Remsen St.



You and I sit alone by the bay

Replaying these parts we used to play

and sometimes the philosopher can learn from the listener

so talk to me, I have nothing to say



And youve opened my eyes

Im not as clean as I thought Id seem to you

And my slick tongue is tied

Strap yourself in and lets ride





Down past Remsen St.



And here we are again, face to face

And it seems that Im the one who's made a mess of things this time

And all these overworked apologies seem wasted





But, oh, dont you know

That you make up the best of me

And if anything,

If anything,



if anything is love

then it is what we had



and had again...