Turn out the light, let's be still for a while
Let the wind blow in with the rain
A change in the season, a tangle of sheets
And the heat path broken again
And I watch you watching the headlights you were lost
In a country I cannot find
They pass on the ceiling, a strobe in slow motion
Alive in the cracks of the blinds
Maybe it's time we let Minneapolis
A cloudy dust, and we get [?]
Something last and something won't
Something last and something won't.
Try to remember the heat of the summer
The salt and the steam on the road.
I'm driving for hours to sit at the water
Make love on a pile of our clothes
But something has shifted
The wind in the branches
The cold coming in like a drug
It curled like two questions
A couple dancing alone in our separate thoughts
Maybe it's time we let Minneapolis
A cloudy dust, and we get [?]
Something last and something won't
Something last and something won't.