goodnight to boston
[thanks to sophie]

yesterday we stood, waiting for the train
and you said solemnly & low that our country was in trouble
we flashed to 1932
your lips deep grey your skin pale blue
it's a photobooth affair [we are trying to live on screen]
and I keep seeing this film over inside my head:
two women rising through the rust, battling impulse
mapping it out in black, white, greyish hues; in chalk, lead

halfway through the night, I had to avert her eyes
to save the me in you, the you in me
and all of these goodbyes seem to live on subway lines
or disguise themselves in technicolour winter cheeks
i fell in love with everyone ever & she kissed my eyes cold & quick, she left me the night
now i'm saying my goodbyes to this harbored timing - red line, green line
good night to boston

I will lend you the diary of harvard square
i doubt you care, but it snows every time you try & press play
I'll take three rivers, buckets of backstage rain
and the script we sang riding down to boylston, standing on the E train
perhaps I haven't yet learned how to sit still in the theater,
but I am sure of what it is I am revelling in
There are nine seats to my left, all of them empty
tomorrow will be sunday & I'll sneak into the double feature

halfway through the night, I had to avert her eyes
to save the me in you, the you in me
and all of these goodbyes seem to live on subway lines
or disguise themselves in technicolour winter cheeks
i fell in love with everyone ever & she kissed my eyes cold & quick, she left me the night
now i'm saying my goodbyes to this harbored timing - red line, green line
good night to boston

these liscense plates endear me and the film strips the room --
matted wood and coffee ground scenes all begin to scream
that she must still be here, in the albums underneath my bed
lord, I'm struggling to remember just what it is that picture said
i can't seem to fit these pegs inside without some kind of guide
cause today I chose to hide on tremont in polkadots again
baby, when will you come back to me
soothe me that the world is really black, white & crackling
we're tackling the same film noir in our heads

halfway through the night, I had to avert her eyes
to save the me in you, the you in me
and all of these goodbyes seem to live on subway lines
or disguise themselves in technicolour winter cheeks
i fell in love with everyone ever & she kissed my eyes cold & quick, she left me the night
now i'm saying my goodbyes to this harbored timing - red line, green line
good night to boston