Italy

bicycle, bicycle, bicycle days
riding through the hayfields
riding through the haze
just giving into summer
giving yourself away

we never came here
looking to dispel any notions
looking to mop up any oceans
but just to see the sun upon your face

with the sunnies on we bought you in venice
a little oversized with carl zeus's lenses
our kind of love just can't be pretended

ice cream and sardines and bottles of beer
you lay reading on the shoreline while I float in the waves
and mothers with their naked children
let the run and play

i didn't come here to be a different person
didn't leave a mess behind in favor of searching
we're not the kind to run away when we're hurting

when the church bells ring we'll wake up at 7
to hanging laundry and stairways to heaven
and quiet monastery cats that will beckon

there's a tall ship on the horizon there
makes it looks like it's just a lie that we'll believe
as we sit under a tree

maybe the train strike will never be over
we'll send a letter home when the weather gets colder
then we'll drag our bags through the old pisa airport
when we get back we'll try to live like we lived there
to no avail cuz the time is so different
you only ever are yourself it's for certain