I'm almost off to bed and the grass is shimmering dew. Looking for a tune to fill my head thinking silly thoughts about you and it's good to be alive when I've got you on my mind.
The streetlights up ahead as I walk down this cement illuminate some little things you said and a couple things you meant in a passing stranger's eye, in every car I am walking by.
The daybreak is still miles away from taking the place of what is overhead, but it moves just like something almost being said. When I think of you, the road I'm on is like some house I built all alone and filled it up with the things I loved that now I can't get out of.
You see this house I built? Two hands and the world around? Look out. Look out. I'm going to burn it to the ground.
Don't want to keep in mind any places that I have been there's nowhere nowhere there's nowhere to start but start again.
It was not quite summer yet when I walked out on some pier with a new girl that I'd met and a stomach full of beer and told how it was going to be if not for her at least for me.
we were always planting seeds we didn't know it but we were with every little thing we did with every little him and her and they grew without a sound into the dark woods all around.
Well I stood there tonight in the window of your room and the rooftops were rubies If I looked out right and all the debris of the world I knew was laying below in a weird moonlight. You talked to me, and you had no idea but every word you said landed square on my chin and I could not wait for you to pick me up, stand me up and knock me over again.
You see this house I built? So long before I met you? Look out. Look out. There's a wrecking ball coming through I thought I'd found a little piece of my brain I thought I had a little place to lie in There's nowhere, nowhere nowhere to start but start again.