To My Last Breath

Summer with the lights out finds me in my parent's basement, watching bedroom movies
Pictures and holidays hang in the hall. Guided by memory
Where we stand is where we'll jump from
It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface and to still retreating hearts
Once choice turns two aside. A direction thought in common
A passing glance serving as a makeshift alter
Whispering, we confess. Where we stand is where we'll jump from
It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface and to still retreating hearts
From the playground to my last breath doesn't seem so far from finding common surface
And to still retreating hearts. Keep hoping for movie miracles
The windows are frames and the scenes can change
I would have had to kiss you at the drive-thru window if they had their way
Where we stand is where we'll jump from
It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface and to still retreating hearts
From the playground to my last breath doesn't seem so far from finding common surface
And to still retreating hearts