It's the last day of August and you're running across Kenzie fields
with something to tell me, something good

We're sitting in the back of you brother's car
smoking black and inventing America

You've got a scar just above your right eye
and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen

I'm so glad I know you
sometimes it's like living with a box of stars

Imagine me and you
standing in the garden side by side
Imagine me and you
but I know it will never happen that way
I know it never happens that way

Cos if you turn around now
you're going to blow me atom from atom