The first thing I remember you were walking away You were singing something gentle in the fade The next thing I remember I nearly pushed you off the stage I pretended not to be afraid
I played the drowning man You wrote them on my veins
I'm calling from the border of another nameless state I am sitting on the steps of our mistake I will bring you postcards of everything that's gray I will draw your smile on my slate
I said I needed you but baby I was wrong And now it's Wednesday and I'm feeling strong
Memory's a lover trying to tell you that she's late Memory's a silent second take She will drink the poison if you put it in your cup She will touch your eyes and never stop More from Wild Strawberries