Meet me at The Majestic.

Meet me at the majestic
Meet me at the old place
Where we sat beneath the stars for a few moments
As the younger ones walked by laughing

And if I was ever broken
You were the only person who could ever fix me
You arms were screwdrivers
Your voice was needle and thread

You warmed me up
Without a single touch

If you keep holding my head
When it threatens to roll over and fall off
I'll keep on keeping you
In my head twenty million times a day

But who I am kidding
I'd do that either way.