Something's wrong. Something I, I, I can't put my finger on. Breathe in, breathe out. Until the feeling's gone. But the nights keep getting colder. And the days all feel the same.
Jet black fought back at the blink of an eye. Too young, too proud and never short on words. Another riddle without a solution. Waiting for his chance to start.
Let's take this all the way. (Oh oh oh, oh oh oh). Nothing can touch us now. (Oh oh oh, oh oh oh). . Lately I've been thinking about changing myself. Into everything I ever wanted to be.
I want my life to be more like a symphony. With chords encased, and scores of grace that rivals symmetry. I want my chance to behold the truth and watch it unfold.
Fell in love with a ghost, I'm ashamed. And torn apart at the seams under the weight. Of all the truth that a lie uncovers. And all the regret that comes from one mistake.
The cold wind is blowing and the streets are getting dark. I'm writing you this letter though I don't know where to start. The bells will be ringing Saint John Divine.
Hey, well you figured me out. And that's alright now we've got something to talk about. Month of September, fourth floor apartment. We were the leaves, careless, and falling.
Hey! Hey! Hey!. La la la la la. Hey! Hey! Hey!. La la la la la. . You come from here, I come from there. You rock out in your room, I rock a world premiere.