You're like a moon that's full,
Across a sea of foam
I'm the sky you've been burning

I don't think you even understand
I thought I held you by the hand
I thought I held you

I'm like a songwriter,
You're the reason I've run out,
Run out of metaphors

I don't think you even understand
I thought I held you by the hand
I thought I held you
I thought I held you

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Writer(s): JEFF TWEEDY, JEFFREY SCOTT TWEEDY