Miss Madeline's smoking on the outside hood of her car
She said, "are we really fading?"
Darling, don't give me that look anymore
It's getting harder and harder to fake it
God knows I never expected it to go this far
All these other girls only get younger
Tell me how you're falling in love
T-t-t-tell me how you're falling in love, again
Talk your movie fashion as you slip onto my hand
There's no one else, there's no other pulse
I've been sleeping for seven months straight
(You always liked it on the run)
And you're looking better than ever tonight
(Be my heart, I'm ready and waiting)
Ink's been bleeding down the shirt you always liked
(On the docks, I'm fading)
I'm writing roses in old letters
(You're only wasting my time)
Pin me on your spinning wheel
(You only waste my time)
Pin me on your spinning wheel, tonight