歌词
All my friends are lost inside their phonebooks
I wish it wasn't so late
You must be in a close living room
Dipping some MDMA
We're a summer end
Marbles drowned in evergreens
Answers left around the table
Birthmarks in shapes of passerines
Sorrow and salt on souvenirs
Brought all along, preserving time
I still talk to you inside my head each night
These lights won't guide you anywhere
Why'd you think of them as special, special?
Make believe you'd see me fail again
Staring holes into leaving vessels
Soon everyone will be home for the holidays
On look-alike middle class streets
Where it's always been too late
Sweeper sounds are droning quietly
Reminiscent of distant waves
I know you're close and wide awake
How'd we carry on from here?
These lights won't guide you anywhere
Why'd you think of them as special, special?
Make believe you'd see me fail again
Staring holes into leaving vessels
Forging plans for departure, hurt and high
In the mess of my past resentments
Died in a Ford Mondeo cab last night
Stuck in traffic and misconceptions