All Those Pretty Lights
the wind blows through your hairas you’re walking people stareup the blockand down the streetto north kings highwayand there’s a beating in mychestand it’s seeming to suggestthat before this day is throughit mightgo my wayso i sit back in my seati scribble down something that’ssweetabout a boy, a girland endless stretch of scenerycause it’s likefalling to your kneesbefore a stranger on the streeti did it just the otherdayyou should have seen me
oh and i wanna remember this nightand how mywords nevercame out rightit’s just my patience that keepsme alivejustlike all those pretty lightsjust like all those pretty lightsin thesky
there’s something to be saidabout the colors in your headand howthey mix to formthe perfect shade of sadnessnot because of things i’vedoneor any of the songs i’ve sungit’s just the story of our liveswe wishwe had this
and i remember we stayed upway past you’re bedtimeup on the2nd floordown by my sliding doorjust innocent kidsin a victimlesscrimetrapped in a metaphorhoping for something more