Now the rain was laced with pity
The beaches met the coastal roads
The streetlights lead the blind into the city
Fast asleep
And the wind carried the curses
Of collisions in the darkness
And the accidental crunch of devil's purses
Underfoot
I was thinking who out of us all I thought would grow up
And just how right and wrong I'd been in equal measure
She is buried treasure, she is war
'Cause butterflies will die towards the end of summer years
And apparently she's just ignoring them, a friend, he put in simply:
"If I understood then I could understand
If I understood then I could understand"
These blue eyes grow ageless
The sky feels contagious
Them the stars we call spots
On those teenagers faces
Who come down here after dark
To learn how to fall apart
To dance with the devil
'Til they become free of god's will again
We have surnames for the taking
But the girls don't understand the men with guilt
The shape of local police stations
And the last train home
She settled down and said "goodnight"
Never said "goodnight" and went out
In a blaze of glory in a bar room full of history, hope and pity
"If I understood then I could understand
If I understood then I could understand"
These blue eyes grow ageless
The sky feels contagious
Them the stars we call spots
On those teenagers faces
Who come down here after dark
To learn how to fall apart
To dance with the devil
'Til they become free of god's will again
These blue eyes grow ageless
The sky feels contagious
If you were the stars
That means I was the places that we went