How Slow I Fall Video (MV)

Our goodbye was a little bit wet
She ignored the high-water signs
The pale clouds and the thrumming of a jet
And the Northern Lights gave the sky
An aspect of regret

The summer before she went abroad
She asked could I give her away
In mid-afternoon in my parents' backyard
She swayed with a teenager's grace
And said she felt so awfully hard
These days

We found the ceiling
Made of mud, made of glass
We buried a feeling
It was love, it was trash
Finally I found just how slow I could fall
We danced for hours so we wouldn't have to talk

There was a causeway
There was a pen for missing dogs
We kissed under a rhomboid of light
Every door led to a field of more doors
We had our lantern of lies
We kept our mattress on the floor

Oh God, we found the ceiling
Made of bone, made of stained glass
And we buried a feeling
Some say it was love, some say it was trash
Suddenly I found out just how slow I could fall
We danced for hours so we wouldn't have to talk