Well, nighttime passes But the dark remains And I was feelin' like a little child But I am loathe to place blame On that lioness-esque woman Who will go here unnamed She was looking in me for a lion When she found it so tame On that erstwhile May morning I took the six downtown to Spring And I was writing something elegiac That I never learned to sing But I think that it was this song Just four years premature And I remember crossing out the line "All is fair in love and war" Well, if all is fair in love and war Then I don't know what we are fighting for 'Cause my baby she's a real peach Even when the night come crashin' down Real peach And the nighttime rolls away, alright And we're comin' back to the demon-killing work of love My God Well, nighttime passes And the dark retreats I hand it over to my upper angel Who visits me in sleep We're in the field beyond the right and wrong And the fallacy of form Well you can call it what you wanna call it I just say, "All is fair in love and war" Well, if all is fair in love and war Then I don't know what we are fighting for So if we don't care To fight no more Let's go upstairs and let's shut the door 'Cause my baby she's a real peach Even when the night come crashin' down Real peach And the nighttime rolls away, alright 'Cause my baby she's a real peach Even when the night come crashin' down Real peach And the nighttime rolls away, alright And we're comin' back to the demon-killing work of love My God Illuminate

Through the glass of the bottle All is green and bent And seeing her distorted so I went through hell and back again She was my dearest friend But she will go to heaven So maybe I can see her Well, my car will barely start I gotta get it to Vermont She spent her summers in Bar Harbor Working in a restaurant And she had a lot of boyfriends I count the ones I know As I shudder through New Hampshire Oh, Wes Hartley on the radio God-God-God, damn the girl was fine And I was glad to call her mine She weren't mine and I weren't hers I lost her at the five-and-dime She was talking to a 6'5" ex-marine Who was living out his truck She said "He is very fragile," I said "I don't give a fuck" We went up and we went down And she wanted to get out of town We were on a rollercoaster, they go nowhere They just land you back on the ground God-God-God, damn the girl was fine And I was glad to call her mine She weren't mine, I weren't hers I lost her at the five-and-dime She was talking to a 6'5" ex-marine Who was living out his truck She said "He is very fragile," I said "I don't give a-"

Black mountain Cool river runs Now it could be anyone I counted The dark pine trees One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten And I could be any one of them Oh, tonight I see it through With no thought of self-ridicule Was it over long so over due No thought of me in my thought of you Black mountain Cool river runs Oh, tonight I see it through With no thought of self-ridicule Was it over long so over due No thought of me in my thought of you Black mountain Cool river runs To the sea And I could be no one but me It's true You could be no one but you

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down 'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name It all just sounds like oooooh... Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should've bought you flowers And held your hand Should've gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'Cause all you wanted to do was dance Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man Although it hurts I'll be the first to say that I was wrong Oh, I know I'm probably much too late To try and apologize for my mistakes But I just want you to know I hope he buys you flowers I hope he holds your hand Give you all his hours When he has the chance Take you to every party 'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance Do all the things I should have done When I was your man Do all the things I should have done When I was your man