She is wearing a complexion 
like the inside of a church 
that has never seen two lovers 
Just before they lose their thirst 
She likes nature in spite of 
What nature did to her 
And she loves enough to jaywalk 
Enough to get hurt 

And if she falls in the path of 
the midday traffic 
I will sleep by the bed of a broken statue 

Radio for help now 
She's gone missing again 
Without a raincoat or a hairbrush 
Without a witness or a trail 
We like Nature in spite of 
What Nature does to us 
And we love to jaywalk 
But not enough to get hurt 

And if she walks in the path 
of the midday traffic 
I will keep by the grave of a broken statue 

If she walks in the path 
Of the midday traffic 
I will walk in the path 
Of the midday traffic 
And she falls in the path 
Of the midday traffic 
I will keep by the grave of a broken statue