Texty: Wilco. A.M.. I Thought I Held You.

You're like a moon that's full
Across a sea of foam
I'm the sky you've been burning

I don't think you even understand
I thought I held you by the hand
I thought I held you

I'm like a songwriter
You're the reason I've run out
Run out of metaphors

I don't think you even understand
I thought I held you by the hand
I thought I held you, I thought I held you