Last night we slept with our fingers intertwined
I'm in love in a city that will never be mine
All our moves are impetuous
But your spell was cast before we were us

In the moment I'm head-over-heels with this
And I promise I won't mind missing it
And I could hurry back, or try to stay
Or I could trust nothing good ever gets away

We walk on a warm night down your block
Always with eyes or arms or lips locked
We are the worst at hello and goodbye
That heavy feeling -- tomorrow I fly

And how can we sentimentalize
The wind whips thе tears out of our eyes

[The line "nothing good ever gets away" is from a letter John Steinbeck wrote to his son.]