pull out all the stops we are coming home tonight a pair of old boxing gloves in a new fight where every single scar well it means something to me as if life wrote down my history
bottles and road signs sound like tires on bent wheels our hands and feet and ordinary thrills when we unlocked all the doors just so we could finally breathe just so we could sew down these torn up sleeves
here we stand with a wolf like shadow here we stand in the end hey New York here's our wolf like shadow hey New York our old friend
this roof could be my bed blankets feel like the night sky blankets feel better the heavier they get red lights can mean go I'll take us home I'll take us home cut down the blinds from my windows I stood back on the couch remembered this is my life with my hands over my head friends by my side