Granted was the time. for rolling meanings. no new raincoats for the same. old rain again. in the suburbs. . Drive your eye inward. and you will feel it.
Let's take the final bow. Let's make the silent sign. Nobody needs to know where we're off to. We're invisible alive. We're the whispers in the scream.
Waking up after the stars fall down. And all I've got are just memories now. The streets and me feel like a concrete dream. Last goodbye but don't want to be.
When you're hanging with a friend you don't see very much. You know the kind. You see them once every year for coffee or brunch. And you struggle really hard to think of things to talk abo-out.