Old Beirut
The sweetest thing
The sweetest thing
I found you once
By the corner of a stream
Faded hair, standin’ there
too much to believe
You had to hide him, hide him, hide him
Had to hide him
In his faded underwear, he told you ’bout his chickens
You followed him everywhere
and the people followed suit
You say ‘go away’
They don’t hear
They called your name out
Sayin’, “I know you, from a past life, in 1564
And there were islands, people, islands”
There were islands
And I remember you
in old Beirut
and ridin’ out of Palestine
on your dirt bike
in your 501s
and everything was perfect
We both screamed the sky
Everything went quiet
Except the motor sound
and our trainin’
and the buzzin’ in our heads