A waste of sun
A cloudy day I proudly say I miss you
Keep tearing this all up
And now this cold and white north
With night-trains, ice, abandoned lands is
What I traded you for.
Suburbia in it's night gown
Of glowing, golden squares
Takes me away tonight to feel what's right
At local bars free of charge
Better behave else we're out.
Thick obscene lipstick too tight skirt
Want a shelter but you're just a fragile shed
Late morning shower, shy eyes, suppose I like you too.
What if it all comes back around
Crawls under our skins
Keep pushing us down
Old thoughts new mind
Old friends new town
Old music with a new sound
The minor chords I once knew are gone.
Striving all alone
Begged you to come along
Thick obscene lipstick, shy eyes
The proper way is to forget it all.
What if it all comes back around
Crawls under our skins
Keep pushing us down
Old thoughts new mind
Old friends new town
Old music with a new sound
The minor chords I once knew are gone.
A lack of inspiration indicates a total lack of you
I'll be numb, frustrated, drunk
Never myself until we stand here with
Our forces joined
And the sunshine heals
reveals the turning point.
