Charcoal gray
Was the sky
I looked across an empty field
We always look so small
Underneath the stars
I always love the way it feels
Take the concrete steps
Down into the cellar
The walls were cold, the floor was damp
We curl up together
Underneath a blanket
Beside the shadows from the lamp
After school
Before your mom got home
We used to let our fingers roam
So sweet and desperate
Fumbling with clothing
So thankful not to be alone
We got married
A hundred years ago
Beneath the forest and the glass
I sing a song
For a beautiful bride
Marvel at how the time has passed
Take another pull off of that bottle
Take another hit of my love
You...