Young Lungs

[00:05.49] I've conjured up a plan, as a sentimental man, to destroy our things in style.
[00:20.81] It involves our belongings in a pile, some lighter fluid and a smile, and some matches with "Chicago" inscribed on every stick.
[00:39.80] Strangers could see the flames for miles -- from any highway or any hilltop -- and we'd pass out as the smoke billows and spills into our young lungs.
[01:06.92] With what strength that we'd have left we'd save each others final breaths for a distressed phone call to 9-1-1 and in minutes they'd arrive, horrified at what they might find.
[01:34.19] It'd be you and I (and a pile of ashes) hand in hand and in each others arms...
[01:49.56] But it's not that bad.
[02:01.22] They revived me on the scene (and took my temperature and pulse) and while the handsome paramedic gave you mouth-to-mouth, I bit my tongue in hopes they could save your life.
[02:27.53] Just you and I (and a pile of ashes) hand in hand and in each others arms.
[02:41.16] In a week when we look back, we'll be bandaged up, but laugh it off.
[02:49.30] Your skin might be thicker and my stuff, it might be gone, but we'll have crammed everything we need in this song.
[02:59.31] We'll have everything we'd need inside this song.
[03:05.64] Just you and I (and a pile of ashes) hand in hand and in each others arms.
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