I dreamt last night of a sign that read, "The end of love."
And I remember thinking
Even in my dreaming it was a good line for a song
We're a family pulled from the flood
You tore the floorboards up
And let the river rush in
Not wash away, wash away
We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away