This is about me, (Fox) and my cat, (Mr. Pickles) getting a new cat, (Triscuit.) The black one is Triscuit. Orange one is me. Brown with stripes is Pickles.
Maybe you thought I owned the moon Maybe you thought We would journey in june Maybe we thought It was just us two Maybe we spoke too soon We never lie And we don't tell tales We bite our tongues And our fingernails We fall in love And we don't fall out Maybe we speak too soon Here's you and me And in between, we draw a line But we can't see where it's been We scratch our heads And race against the heart's content Oh-oh, whoa, whoa, oh, yeah Maybe we hurt who we love the most Maybe it's all we can stand Maybe we walk through the world as ghosts Break my own heart before you can Here's you and me And in between, we draw a line But we can't see where it's been We scratch our heads And race against the heart's content Oh-oh, whoa, whoa, oh, yeah Maybe we know how the story ends Maybe it's not even about us We both retreat to opposing sands And the love lives on without us One thing I know for sure is Love will find a way Love will find a way Here's you and me And in between, we draw a line But we can't see where it's been We scratch our heads And race against the heart's content Oh-oh, whoa, whoa, oh You and me Oh-oh, whoa, whoa, oh You and me Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh You and me Whoa, oh-oh, whoa, oh, yeah
