Thirteen. . . We've been in the rain. We've been on the mountain. We've been round the fire. In fancy hotels. Drank water from farm wells. We sang with the choir. I kissed your dry lips. We jumped off the high cliffs. And splashed down below. Skin to skin. In the salty river. Made love in the shadow. Woooah ooh. Read books to each other. Read the mind of the other. Flew one thousand (jets?). We laughed and we cried. At movies and real life. In our ridiculous beds. We danced in the moonlight at midnight. We pressed against back doors and wooden floors. And you never faked it. And frequently. We ignored our love. But we could never mistake it. Oooh ooh. We met on the front porch. Fell in love on the phone. Without the physical wreck. You gave me the necklace. That used to hang. Around your mothers neck. We questioned religions. Fed bread to the pigeons. We learned how to pray. We stood by the ocean. Turned our hearts in to one. We laid in bed all day. Heeey. We skipped on the sidewalk. Skipped stones on the water. We skipped town. We've seen the sunrise with new eyes. We've seen the damage of gossip and true lies. We've seen the sun go down. Had passionate makeouts. And passionate freakouts. We built this world of our own. It was in the back of a taxi. When you told me you loved me