Wayfarer - 07.27.10 | Текст песни

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• Wayfarer
• 07.27.10

I still walk that way, through the courtyard where I spent my 20th birthday
You had that poor man’s bottle of champagne
Safety in architecture, the street lamps traced a familiar picture
We were kids wrapped up in our own world
We still feel left for dead in the city where we first met
I worked it off
Back there you never had a chance
Through clenched teeth they’ll say
You never should have left that way
It’s how you know these now are your days

Dark blurs in hard light
As clumsy feet sway off time

It once looked the same, an empty page in shades of grey
“It makes it easy,” you used to say,
“When you never have to make out shape”
We’ll close our eyes, put pen to lines and trace out paths for the rest of our lives
And we’ll hope we drew it out right

Because when it’s going black and my eyes burn red from the coughed up smoke of those done-up kids
We might start walking home with them
We might start sleeping alone again
So we’ll show our eyes, hands in plain sight
Leaves notes on walls
We know they’ll never find
To be sure we make it out all right
To be sure we’re never

Dark blurs in hard light
As clumsy feet sway off time
When they asked you if you’d come inside
Not sure just what they hoped to find
Just look away, hands at your side
It makes it easier
To pretend we’re all right

Yearn for the sunlight
Hope so bad this time
You might care to see it light up their eyes
To see your dark blur in the hard light