say I'm not allowed to Burning beacon in the night Can't feel its heat or see its light That single solitary guide It must get lonely there sometimes You were a
One of us is gonna be here and And one of us is gonna be runnin' Off alone into a great unknown You're not me, you're a model of freedom All you need
s a risk, it's a risk, yeah Picked from a hot grove, packaged for sale It drips down the sleeve, gets under your nails A loss of the senses, a chip off
You show up like a hurricane All hungry eyed and weather stained The clock forgets to tick and I the same I died the day you disappeared So why would
how to keep them high Keep 'em high We will find a way, we will find a way We will find a way, yes, we will find a way And we are high and seeking,
at me, I've lost it Melting on the table, in parking lots and markets I can't help it, I love you like a starfish Loves the salty water, like a selfish
will sing, I will sing It was now and we were both in the same place Didn't know how to say the words With my heart ticking like a bomb in a birdcage
Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical Touches stricken cold and clinical What a transformation to behold But I don't like this new, I want the old It
stood up, we stood up And there are two of us, there will be more They'll show up, they'll show up, they'll show up Blame a change of mind A seismic
matches underfoot We must walk carefully these days The circles darken 'round our eyes And yet our bodies, when combined They gleam like diamonds in a cave The weight of a
You came with the season as the first swallow sang A brown headed stranger with a five letter name We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow My
one knows just how deep it goes we are old in your teenaged tyranny and all you need is a hunger to feed i've got my own secrets though, say what? with a
You came with the season, as the first swallow sang A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
say I'm not allowed to Burning beacon in the night Can't feel its heat, or see its light That single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes You were a
Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical Touches stricken, cold and clinical What a transformation to behold But I don't like this new, I want the old
's a risk, it's a risk yeah Picked from a hot grove, packaged for sale It drips down the sleeve Gets under your nails A loss of the senses A chip off
up, we stood up And there are two of us there will be more, They'll show up, yeah they'll show up They'll show up Blame a change of mind A seismic shift
New heights and seeking How to keep them high We will find a way We will find a way We will find a way We will find a way And we are high and seeking
