so the first part of these lyrics are by a folk artist named mogli, a friend of ours, who lives in Halifax (myspace.com/moglidavid) the only way i get around is riding my black bicycle, and someday i will ride it back to you. there's many miles between us, right now i see the icicles, and when they melt i'll ride it back to you. (andre's verse) i tried not to read yr diary, tried not to invade yr privacy. there's not much i can say but i'm not as idealistic as i used to be, and i'm not sure anymore how i feel about anarchy. but i don't feel lost and i havn't been found and i'm not sure if i'm not even sure if i want to be. but there's someone out there who loves me, and who knows, someday we just might get married. but this is not my home. this is not my home. (chorus) and i hope the fire doesn't die in you--if i feel nothing then nothing feels new. we've broken some promises and cast of some ties. we were praying for rain and in came the tide. (niko's verse) remember when my heart-strings slid to dissonance you offered me some tune you'd found in the ground then you tossed that dress you'd worn for one day when your hands first felt dirty this is how we found out how we were alive (chorus)