what got us riled up one night
standing on a porch
lit up by the moon

and a line from a song
and a cigarette that i smoked too long
went into flight flicked from my fingers

exploding on the neighbors below
we know how it goes
most of the time

most of the time
pining the passing of your eyes
i guess this has nowhere to go

nowhere to go
it's just always there
the one i knew before

the one i knew before
loved as deep as a fountain
with all the coins to wish on

everyone knew what i wish for
well my birthday came
and it went but what i remember

was how you let it show
sunday dress and eyes that cry
because you're gone

what got us riled up one night
up one night
lit up by the moon.