The furniture's on fire Out in the front yard. The roadkill's still barking And cars crash where we laid Pointing out the distance Between us and the constellations. And i said, "I've grown as tall as i'll ever be But they seem more out of reach now Than they ever did back then" So you looked up to the sky, To a morning faded moon, As the sun spun around you And only you ♪ Where my reflections ends, And the mirror begins, Layers and layers of skin Separate you from me And in my backyard Theres a patch of grass Still growning To the contours of your spine