The sidewalks are dirty. The gutters are dry. The summer is over. My bones are inside. . This dance is difficult. This dance is hard. This makes me wanna spin.
( Storageland EP ). . I'm looking up through the telescope lens. I'm wondering where does the universe end. I'll take my clothes off for meteor showers.
Lean in close and speak to me low. Tell me things you want me to know. 'Cause i want to be the one. You need to. Lean to. Speak to me low. . Regretful it's the time of year for letting go.