Verse 1
Meet me where the crooked shadows climb,
With your midnight heart pressed close to mine.
I’ve got stitches where the past pulled through;
You’ve got dreams nobody listened to.
We could make a home out of being strange,
Keep our wild hearts without asking them to change.
Pre-Chorus
But when the moon slips out of sight,
Will you love me in the morning light?
Chorus
I want a Jack-and-Sally kind of forever,
Your hand finding mine on the hill.
Let the whole sky come apart around us—
I want a love that holds me still.
Haunt my dreams, but never hurt me;
Keep your promises when the night is over.
Be my beautifully strange forever—
Love me past October.
Verse 2
I won’t read your silence like a warning,
You won’t make my tears a thing to hide.
We’ll have nights we don’t have all the answers,
But we’ll leave a little room on either side.
You can say you’re sorry without excuses;
I can say “that hurt” and still be heard.
Love should live inside the way you hold me,
Not just dress itself in pretty words.
Pre-Chorus
Take the costume off and stay.
I want the truth beneath the play.
Chorus
I want a Jack-and-Sally kind of forever,
Your hand finding mine on the hill.
Let the whole sky come apart around us—
I want a love that holds me still.
Haunt my dreams, but never hurt me;
Keep your promises when the night is over.
Be my beautifully strange forever—
Love me past October.
Bridge — building
I don’t need you riding in to save me;
Walk beside me when the road gets steep.
Know the person underneath these stitches,
Be somebody I can trust in sleep.
Let the candles gutter in the windows,
Let the ghosts come knocking in the rain—
We’ll pull the blankets round our shoulders,
Let them knock until they go away.
Final Chorus
Give me Jack and Sally growing older,
Same crooked hill, a thousand different skies.
Still a little strange beneath our sweaters,
Still that spark when you look in my eyes.
Haunt my dreams, but never hurt me;
Let our home grow warmer as it gets colder.
Be my beautifully strange forever—
Love me past October.
Outro — softly
When the decorations all come down,
And there’s nothing left to play…
Find me in the quiet kitchen.
Kiss me anyway.