Beatrice St. E - Overcoats

Would you call me when you get this?

I know that there’s nothing left to fix

I just wanted to hear your voice

Would you meet me on Beatrice?

And when you reply, I’m up the block

Buying my tall cans by the buck

And when we meet at nine o’clock

My voice shakes when I say

Everything just hurts to touch

I know I think I think about it way too much

On the pavement, I spill my guts

A crowd’s watching but I won’t shut up, and then

You caught me right in the middle, darling

Of feeling lighter and moving on

They dim the lights and the music plays

But you catch your cab and walk away

And we head home again to separate places

You looked so good, you cut your hair

Just as it was in January

Your car broke down beneath the snow

And you rubbed my hands the whole walk home

Everything just hurts to touch (hurts to touch)

I know I think I think about it way too much (way too much)

On the pavement, I spill my guts

A crowd’s watching but I won’t shut up, and then

You caught me right in the middle, darling (middle, darling)

Of feeling lighter and moving on (moving on)

They dim the lights and the music plays

But you catch your cab and walk away

And we head home again to separate places

And we head home again to separate places

We head home, we head home, we head home to separate places

We head home again to separate places

Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on

Middle, darling

Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on

Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on

Middle, darling

Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on

Everything just hurts to touch

I think I’ve really gone and fucked it on up

On the pavement, I spill my guts

A crowd’s watching but I won’t shut up, and then

Caught me right in the middle, darling

Of feeling lighter and moving on

They dim the lights as the music plays

But you catch your cab and walk away

And we head home again to separate places

We head home again to separate places

We head home, we head home, we head home to separate places

We head home again to separate places

Would you call me when you get this?

I know that there’s nothing left to fix

I just wanted to hear your voice

Would you meet on Beatrice?

On Beatrice (on Beatrice)

On Beatrice (on Beatrice)

On Beatrice (on Beatrice)