Тексты песен New Pornographers, The

I'm told the eventual down falls are just a bill from the restaurant You told me I could order the moon, babe, Just as long as I shoot what I want What the last ten minutes have taught me Bet the hand

I leapt across three or four beds into your arms Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape. It’s taken magic to a primitive new place Watc