From the recording Tahoe
Lyrics
Tahoe
Cold by the Lakeside, surrounded by timbers
We counted each starlight, ‘cause you swore they were changing
I took your photo with the camera you gave me
Warm, grainy memories now that you’ve gone
You beat me to the punchline but there wasn’t a joke
I lassoed the moon for you, but it wasn’t enough
What a life it could be if I could just let you go
Warm by the Seaside, Mediterranean
You gave her your body (I gave her my body), as I dreamt of Tahoe
When we were younger, and you lent me your coat
The trees were our angels, the lake was our soul
You beat me to the punchline but there wasn’t a joke
I lassoed the moon for you, but it wasn’t enough
What a life it could be if I could just let you go