Monroe

I wanna see what Brooklyn looked like when it was just woods
When pigeons lived in trees instead of streets
How could you ever know where or when or if I could
I can smell your truth from miles away

cnd I see
The lonely truth was
clways
Leaning off the stairwell

Oh
Keep your eyes closed
What would your mother think if she saw

Go
Down to Monroe and hope
You don't have to know

If you ever wanted to tell me, well I would've understood
But the pigeons fill my ears and coat my throat
You would've always known who or what or how I should
But you didn't and you couldn't and you wouldn't and you don't and you won't

No
How could I know
I didn't see her until she was gone but cl-
Though
She would tiptoe
The tips of her toes would slip in a sea of snow