I know that so

meday you'll b

e sleeping, Da

rling, likely 

dreaming off t

he pain.

I hope you'll 

hear me in the

 streetlight's

 humming, soft

ly breathing o

ut your name.
             
I know that ev

              
en with the se

              
ams stitched t

              
ightly, darlin

              
g scars will r

         
emain.

I say we scrap

e them from ea

ch other, darl

ing, and let t

hem wash off i

n the rain.

And when they 

run into the r

iver, oh no, l

et the water n

ot complain.
            
I swear that e

              
ven with the d

              
istance, slowl

  
y wearing at y

our name,
            
Your hands sti

              
ll catch the l

         
ight the right

 way and
              
Our hearts sti

            
ll beat the sa

me.
             
   And our hea

              
rts still beat

     
 the same.