Our Hour
Dan Elkan
I put my hands against your window
Over the marks where they once were
And though I notice we’re much older
It’s not the only reason
That we have trouble breathing
To say I knew you then was not a lie
I know your name, I know your number
But I was warned against their use
We couldn’t stand to wait much longer
In just a few short days we
Took a cold stare down the
Barrel of the only smoking gun
So come and call me up
I know your name, I know your number
But I forgot that you were you
I felt you tapping on my shoulder
And I knew
No longer able to control it
It’s spilling out of every pore
I always thought I wouldn’t know this
But I do