All of our numbers were
Zeros and ones
All of our stars were shooting suns
All the old memories get whitewashed with love
Till I can't remember any bad stuff
I remember chasing dotted lines
I remember wrestling with our time
Boys throwing rocks at the window
Girls painting flowers pushing up through the snow
All of our numbers were
Zeros and ones
All of our stars were shooting suns
All the old memories get whitewashed with love
Till I can't remember any bad stuff
Where'd we go in that painted cave
Made a little picture
Of me standing by a grave
Where'd we go on that dizzy night
Squeezed my hand real tight
Turned my fingers white
All of our numbers were
Zeros and ones
All of our stars were shooting suns
All the old memories get whitewashed with love
Till I can't remember any bad stuff
Took that little pill
Turned into a tree
Took that little girl
Out for me to see
All of our numbers were
Zeros and ones
All of our stars were shooting suns
All the old memories get whitewashed with love
Till I can't remember any bad stuff
All the old memories get whitewashed with love
Till I can't remember any bad
Stuff