Providence
Last night walking down from Thayer Street the fires burned out in our dreams
But in the corner I could see that you were glancing back toward me
The river didn't make a sound, we sat too close and tried to count
The windows in the buildings rooted in the ground beneath our feet

Every couple months there comes a night
Where I can tell you love me like I wish you would all of the time

Do you remember your green dress?
Or how we made this awful mess?
I want to start it all again

And on nights when I'm out with everyone
Poisoning ourselves and having fun
I can't say "I'm scared and I'm alone
This house is not a home without you"

The only thing I'll ever want to know
Is where you've been and where you'll go
A single synapse in my mind
An on/off switch I'll never find
So I guess it always has to end, and when it does we'll start again
Do you remember what we said in September on my front step?