Neil Young On High – The Ophelias & Julien Baker

I saw you on high
I was waiting outside
What a strange thing to remember

You arrive at my door
Dressed in something somber
The night is heavy and I held onto your shirt

Oh, I don’t remember everything
But I remember most things

I regret never celebrating
Smaller victories that we saved
I would do that part over

Oh, I don’t remember everything
But I remember most things
The smell of your kitchen on the day that you ended it