Dresden Dolls: Boston

All the cities in the worldAnd so very little time andSo many different girls...All you have to do is find themThere's a wealth of opportunity you plan your trips accordinglyA pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristySay how'd you like to run away from these machines?Everywhere the spies are printing out your dreamsSeven stops in seven different countriesSeven page itineraries memories thick as bloody marys jesus jospeh bloody hellRight now were here in bostonIn love with downtown crossingNew york will still be there in the morningCome back to bed my darlingFour years thrown away on vows we never keptForty-five minutes every day religiously devoted to regretTime we could have spent on medication thrown away on educationAnd we planned to take a trip to scotland but we never made itHow'd you like to run away from these machines?I had julians and stevesYou had julias and jeanette sYou wear your terror on your sleeve for all the men i haven't met (yet)I had oliver in potsdam you had elanor in amsterdamWe're keeping track so carefully we've missed the state we're in completelyHonestly your foot is out the door and i've got scores of offers elsewhere and keep bothFeet planted firmly in the airAnd tomorrow you can totally erase me from your mind but trust me everything is fineBecauseRight now we're here in bostonIn my apartment in the south endForget your year in londonCome back to bed my darlingYou can put the details in a letterThe more embarrassing the betterRight now i can be happy if i choose toI know that in the morning i will lose you....And maybe you'll go madAnd maybe ill go grayAnd pack up to berlinOr maybe it wont matter anywayWe'll find out that your mom was right and you'll admit you're really gayAnd maybe ill wake upIn a city far awayOr maybe we'll make upAnd buy a house and have a couple kids and labrador and microwaveBut anywayRight now we're here in bostonIn eden where you almost pulled your pants downDon't worry who these jokes will all be lost onCome back to bed my darlingThere is nothing in the world that we can count onEven that we will wake up is an assumptionBut i know for a fact that i loved someoneAnd for about a year he lived in boston...