Norah Jones

I'll pretend my heart's not on fire
If you steal my true love's name
Broke down subway in this city of spires
Tape your picture over his in the frame
We'll imagine we're sleeping revolvers
Shotgun wedding in a strange Soho
Our chambers hold silvery collars
Gun down werewolves wherever we go
We gun down werewolves wherever we go
Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang
Creased white pages torn right from the spine
Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang
You always hoped one day you'd be mine
Threw our fathers on funeral pyres
I'm not sure we were playing a game
Busted gasket in a field full of liars
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
Young blood, young bone
Old ghosts go home
Band of gold with a diamond implied
You wrote letters that you never sent
I made promises I'll always deny
Now we'll never know what the other meant