Sun’s going down let’s get together On the bridge we’ll meet up tonight
Black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags Above the east river’s northern lights
You see what i see I thought it make believe Watched the sun rise On my street
Old cement makes for A solid place to lay Bed of light grey My bed of light grey
While i know it’s letters That can spell I hear now it’s words that can say
I decided to start writing less And i’m talking more everyday
Sixteen of our friends A five seat bright red van Curbside view Turn off of grand
Pound my steering wheel We yell to the windshield I’m finally home I’m finally home
No time for cameras We’ll use our eyes instead No time for cameras We’ll be gone when we’re dead No time for cameras We’ll use our eyes instead I see flashes of gold
Every single car alarm we hear We’ll steal and throw through their window My water comes straight from the tap And those bottles are all just for show
I see that we’re made of More then blood and bones See we’re made of Sticks and stones
Don’t forget to breathe Need locks for your keys Don’t forget to breathe now Forget to breathe now
No time for cameras We’ll use our eyes instead No time for cameras We’ll be gone when we’re dead No time for cameras We’ll use our eyes instead I see flashes of goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
