I met her in the summer, after the earth had shifted.
After the freezer burn had lifted from our bitter shells.
A year later she kissed me in the dark.
The soundtrack was a river flowing through Provincial park.
She's my friend. Yeah, she's my friend.
I seem to have a knack for granting wishes
but now my chest is emptier than certain promises.
We would love, if we could,
with hearts as the firewood.
She's my friend. Yeah, she's my friend.