I know that I can’t tell you this light is slowly fading like mail that was never dated from towns that were burned and raided and lost without a soul, with you forever more.

I’m sorry but I can’t tell you I feel like a pattern, a shape that will never matter, like a colour that will never flatter. It’s all gonna come around, it’s all gonna make your eyes burn.

I really wanna tell you that love is like a furnace that burns in and out of purpose, so hot that it makes me nervous, so large that it won’t cool out, so big that it can’t burn out.

I was sixteen, a Saturday love. My heart beats fast in far away love. Your eyes so pure they never grow up. Stay with me, we’ll never grow up, my love.

I know that I can’t tell you my mind is running circles, my eyes have begun to swirl like death that is not as sterile. I ain’t gonna let you down, I ain’t gonna let you leave me.

I’m sorry but I can’t tell you that life, it makes me crazy, so I just like to daydream, cause dreams, yeah, they make me happy. Will you come along, my love? Will you come along here with me?

I was sixteen, a Saturday love. My heart beats fast in far away love. Your eyes so pure they never grow up. Stay with me, we’ll never grow up.

I was sixteen, a Saturday love. My heart beats fast in far away love. Your eyes so pure they never grow up. Stay with me, we’ll never grow up, my love.