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[Verse 1]
A dark entry hall for a darkened door
A nice night to speak at the length of this week
When for the first time in a long time I haven't had to search for the words
For the first time in a long time, I'm yours

[Verse 2]
Distracted and cryptic, you've changed the locks

Cut me loose. A nine hour excuse. A sunset visit to the reddest of states. It's new blues for the highway to choose. I-65 for when the hour is late. It's over or it's under. It's on the east side and it's the setting for getting better. Apply the brakes and clip a common mistake. It's not a problem just to sit here and wait.

But don't you know what they're about? Living up to let you down.

So quick to strike up a tune, on every evening where I carry us home.
So quick to strike up a tune, on every evening where I carry us.

Bonfires Who drives the desire between the suburbs and what's left of this place? Tattoos, new boots and a noose: Now just reminders of the city you hate. It's over, or it's under? It's a disaster, and we keep betting it's getting better. It's well spun for those who turn 21 but getting older doesn't brighten the bait.

I admit that I have realized
I'm not built for nine to fives
But you know I'm no good before noon
So I ask myself why you decide to waste your time
On a storefront's phone when you could have stayed at home
Sleeping instead
A choice to never leave the bed again

Late this afternoon I heard your voice
It was the first time in what felt like years
It was a whisper in my ears and then the wind in the trees
It was the shaking of leaves that shook the streets while shaking me

Late this afternoon I heard your voice
I got hit for the first time in what felt like years
It struck me down a harmless jab at you while you rang loud and clear

I'm surrounded by martyrs
An unknown group of famous authors
Self important men with an opinion and a pen
Rewriting songs the way they've always been

I hear your position
But the noise is much too loud
I couldn't make it out

Inside the programmed tones of your antique organ
where I barely made a sound
I heard you shine for the first

You made the settings push and pull
You created the future and the fool
while I played into every guideline

Abandoned nerves for the night
And threw my fears over the [?] peak
I dug my nails in the sand
And begged the canyon to begin to speak

[Chorus]
I have the faintest recollection of us
I wait for light's reply