in us With the heat comes a new kind of wanting Cool nights never cooled us off Lay around, wait for something to happen When it is three lonely figures A bedroom, a
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one, to department stores, we walk through the aisles In a forest of designer clothes, you touch me and smile And know for a moment, I could want nothing Your bright eyes
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eyelids Cause it's hard to be a man, when you are scared just like a little kid The world's become... A little too mean, little too mean... A little
from the house As the day disappears from the sky into night We became what we wanted to be Like a dream or a ghost I collapse out of turn near a house
: I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime when the leaves change I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime when the leaves change
one that marks the western sky And it shines down on the quiet street And there's one that floods the darker parts And there's one that hurts my tired eyes
: Meaning is sometimes hard to spot It begins with the flickering of cigarettes In the darkness of a dorm room Somewhere in the suffocated mid-west
stand these talks, dear They only get to nowhere It's never resolved We only run around You always say that anyone Could be just like me If it was a different time And a
Emily, sing something sweet for me I need to feel those words out of your mouth Emily, sing something please I want to taste the life behind your eyes
the tiny marks of doubt That cover everything I see It is just the way she looks at me With a love so complete that I have never seen And from this grows a
: My grandfather's name was moon Because his eyes were bright and round And no amount of time or liquor could dull them My grandmother's name was joy
my heart I carry out my cross while the son suffers away The clouds reveal the chariots of Venus Restrictions of time and space retile While her bright eyes
: And if its true, baby I'm the one in love with you And I guess that I've been all my life And I know and I'll try And I love you more than those other
fake Well I guess that it's typical To cling to memories you'll never get back again And to sort through old photographs Of a summer long ago Or a friend
opinions and so few are worth a shit He has got to learn to act a little more mean Because the mean ones always end up with the record deals And it