I’ll be leaving my modest hills
Leaving you behind for a city
Press your head into my arm
Your mouth is young but your heart is strong
You look beautiful in your black dress
With your golden arms falling down like your tress
Look at my face as you close the door
And step over the dirty clothes on the floor
With eyes like summer
And hands so tame
She said that every good song
Mentions rain
Break my chest
With your American charm
The stories of your mother
And the family farm
I know my breath
Is dark and wet
Won’t you come by All my friends have left
We’ve been drinking
And laughing hard
Telling all the stories
Of our calloused palms
Don’t look so scared with my hands in your hair
The darkness that they’ve known has gone away
Pull back the shade and look outside
The rain isn’t warm like your hand in mine
I am looking forward to turning cold
My orange rusted orange neck turning gold
The way you wear your smile is to sweet to be Dark until you decide to come back to me