It Gets To Me

Back when your mother took your father’s name

You danced like a shadow in a candle’s flame

Here is the driveway we can spread our wings

Under the cover of an endless Spring



Everyone knows your mother takes them pills

Doesn’t it seem she never gets her fill

Remember to meet me in the neon hour

We'll see up to heaven on a radio tower



And it gets to me



Up on the rooftop till the day had dawned

That endless summer snaking through the lawn

We pile in Pontiacs in pink and teal green

Flying like angles in teenage dream



And it gets to me



Fly like an angel

Fly like an angel

Fly like an angel