Can you walk on the water with I, you and I?
"Because your blood's running cold" said the familiar, true to life
Can you walk on the water with I, you and I?
Or keep your eyes on the road and live there familiar, without you and I
It glows with gates of gold, true to life

And our love is a ghost that the others can't see
It's a danger
Every shade of us you fade down to keep
Them in the dark on who we are
(Oh what you do to me)
Gonna be the death of me
It's a danger
Cause our love is a ghost that the others can't see

We took a walk to the summit at night, you and I
To burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar, you and I
And the dark was opening wide, do or die
Under a mask of vermillion (a million) ruling eyes

Remember when we first met?
You said "light my cigarette"
So I lied to my mom and dad
And jumped the fence and I ran
But we couldn't go very far
'Cause you locked your keys in your car
So you sat and stared at my lips
And I could already feel your kiss

Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Headlights, on me
Racing to 60, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like
Blue eyes, black jeans
Lighters and candy, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

Remember when you taught me fate
Said it all be worth the wait
Like that night in the back of the cab
When your fingers walked in my hand
Next day, nothing on my phone
But I can still smell you on my clothes
Always hoping things would change
But we went right back to your games

And even if I run away
And give my heart a holiday
Still strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
You always leave me wanting more
I can't shake my hunger for
Strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Yeah, they always taste like you
You
Long nights, daydreams
With that sugar and smoke rings
Always taste like you

dream, dream, deep in rolling mountains - 
little horse, a porch swing, momma down the street 
drip that honey on the camera, 
lay out on an old quilt, pretty like a queen 

oh I know a baby should be born in blood, 
outside in the pumpkins and the roots.
oh I know we ain't been off the land that long, 
but you can't step into those photos in your room 
and you can't sleep under no Appalachian moon 

cry, cry, sigh for old Virginia, 
sing out all the work songs gathered up in schools 
don't try - lover, there's no answer, 
unless, in the mansion, we were raised as fools 

I don't know the panic of the flood plane here,
deep inside my corduroy and jeans 
would that we could put back on our real boots now 
but you can't fill anyone's bottle on a loom 
and you can't sleep under no Appalachian moon