| [00:29.00] |
Count the days |
| [00:31.00] |
decisions are boring |
| [00:33.00] |
so i fold them up |
| [00:36.00] |
and tuck them away |
| [00:39.00] |
I like you now |
| [00:41.00] |
but who knows in the morning |
| [00:44.00] |
When the alcohol |
| [00:46.00] |
has fled the brain. |
| [01:05.00] |
When i get off work |
| [01:07.00] |
need new words to wage war on |
| [01:10.00] |
So let's meet outside the library doors |
| [01:16.00] |
I'll trade you a notebook and some fresh oxymoron's |
| [01:21.00] |
for the smiles that tend to throw me of course. |
| [01:30.00] |
Cause now your just not making sense |
| [01:35.00] |
my dearest friend under the lens |
| [01:41.00] |
I got it wrong this time |
| [01:45.00] |
i found better ways of changing my mind |
| [01:51.00] |
There still nothing wrong with love |
| [01:55.00] |
it's just stuck in traffic not thinking of |
| [02:01.00] |
the day it will change lanes |
| [02:06.00] |
but there is only one thing that stays the same |
| [02:11.00] |
so i propose a toast to change. |
| [02:23.00] |
When spring hits town |
| [02:26.00] |
let's go out to the islands |
| [02:29.00] |
to work on our post-apocolyptic skills |
| [02:34.00] |
I found a thing that might just keep us on dry land |
| [02:39.00] |
my raw affection for you is soon this thing |
| [02:46.00] |
As my maps unfurl don't always be pretty |
| [02:26.00] |
their polar opposites in light and sound |
| [02:57.00] |
Your the brightest burn in this whole city |
| [03:02.00] |
and i was the darkest boy around |
| [03:11.00] |
So once the right corrections made |
| [03:16.00] |
you roll your eyes in my cell and mates |
| [03:22.00] |
why choose different trails on our quest for pure empty taste |
| [03:33.00] |
For now let's round up our regrets and our imaginary pets |
| [03:44.00] |
and play the same old games |
| [03:48.00] |
but give them new and better names |
| [03:54.00] |
i know you like inventing names. |
