outside under the streetlights
we were saved
and your eyes burned like a saint's
down by the traintracks
we'd open our arms to the wind
and let the speeding trains sweep away our spirits
the music sails through our ears
and golden amber down our throats
just waiting, hoping the answers will come to us in our sleep
and we prayed, putting our heads together
asking for some better weather
with which to plan our escape
but we'd laugh
our feet embedded in the snow
leaving tomorrow for tomorrow, and letting tonight go
as the blood stream quickened
my senses never seemed so sharp
so lock your secrets in this heart
two eyes aligned
softly lighting this hollowness
but how can we cross frozen seas
when the ice lays
but inches thick?
blind to see whats beyond these skeletons of winter trees
i find myself searching these familiar places
for the lost feelings of old memories
when we were younger
when the sky surrendered to the night
and the earth shook beneath our weight
we're only growing older
these songs becoming slower
but without the cold gray dawn in sight
the sky still surrenders to the night
we were saved
and your eyes burned like a saint's
down by the traintracks
we'd open our arms to the wind
and let the speeding trains sweep away our spirits
the music sails through our ears
and golden amber down our throats
just waiting, hoping the answers will come to us in our sleep
and we prayed, putting our heads together
asking for some better weather
with which to plan our escape
but we'd laugh
our feet embedded in the snow
leaving tomorrow for tomorrow, and letting tonight go
as the blood stream quickened
my senses never seemed so sharp
so lock your secrets in this heart
two eyes aligned
softly lighting this hollowness
but how can we cross frozen seas
when the ice lays
but inches thick?
blind to see whats beyond these skeletons of winter trees
i find myself searching these familiar places
for the lost feelings of old memories
when we were younger
when the sky surrendered to the night
and the earth shook beneath our weight
we're only growing older
these songs becoming slower
but without the cold gray dawn in sight
the sky still surrenders to the night
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