the wind blows through your hair as you're walking people stare up the block and down the street to north kings highway and there's a beating in my chest and it's seeming to suggest that before this day is through it might go my way so i sit back in my seat i scribble down something that's sweet about a boy, a girl and endless stretch of scenery cause it's like falling to your knees before a stranger on the street i did it just the other day you should have seen me
oh and i wanna remember this night and how my words never came out right it's just my patience that keeps me alive just like all those pretty lights just like all those pretty lights in the sky
there's something to be said about the colors in your head and how they mix to form the perfect shade of sadness not because of things i've done or any of the songs i've sung it's just the story of our lives we wish we had this
and i remember we stayed up way past you're bedtime up on the 2nd floor down by my sliding door just innocent kids in a victimless crime trapped in a metaphor hoping for something more