St. Vincent Just The Same But Brand New
The people in the street had overtaken you
By the time you rounded Second Avenue
So I walked away
All perfumed
Felt just the same
But brand new
And anything you wrote I checked for codes and clues
The letters stopped unceremoniously in June
So I changed my I's
And A's to yours
I'm just the same
But brand new
And I do my best impression of weightlessness, now too
And I might be wrong, I might be wrong, I might be wrong
But honey I believed I could
Float away
Dangling
I'm just the same
But brand new to you
