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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

Move within light every morning to mourning and back to back. Always back to back through lines of sight. New solutions, always on the line in orderly fashion, but slacking off. Always slacking off as we type.

It's fortune from what we're assigned.

Hollow halos.
You know I pray that you'll never know that I'm weighted but not that strong.
I'm weighted but not that strong and I'll never wait for too long.

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