If the world was ending I'd bike over to your house Steal the bottle Dad's been saving And kiss you on the mouth And touch you and get drunk and watch it all burn down And stop pretending that we might make it out We were two islands when the waters had parted And this is a song to tell you to break through and finish what you started Into the muse Oh how you want her Into the waiting arms at the edge of the water Now 7th Avenue It wouldn't be so kind to you But in the age of the poets Weren't we the Kings? Your ghost in my room Forever in bloom I still drink Four Roses But the village is a dream Floating out to sea You went to school and got a serious degree And settled in your hometown To start your family And I missed you When we'd get drunk And paint everything black Should we stop pretending That we might make it back? We were two islands when the waters had parted And this is a song to tell you to break through and finish what you started Into the muse Oh how you want her Into the waiting arms at the edge of the water Now 7th Avenue It wouldn't be so kind to you But in the age of the poets Weren't we the Kings? Your ghost in my room Forever in bloom I still drink Four Roses But the village is a dream Floating out to sea Walking through the streets With a fading memory Of who we used to be You carry part of me Walking through the streets Every future history Have finished elegies You carried part of me back Now 7th Avenue It wouldn't be so kind to you But in the age of the poets Weren't we the Kings? Your ghost in my room Forever in bloom I still drink Four Roses But the village is a dream Floating out to sea