a song—shoegaze/indie—key of G
what keeps the humidness of night
when our slumbers become one and all?
broken fingers hold on tight
can't get the stardust from your eyes
because the galaxies aren't there at all
orientation left alone
we're lost without our telephones
who can we call to make it okay?
the moon above is styrofoam
our conversations, dial tones
how do you know what you can say?
here's the sidewalk where we
spoke our minds
follow the cracks until we
say goodbye
the north is up, the west is gone
south and east, moving along
the compass needle spinning round and round
i'm outta here, this play's too long
we can't even sing our finale song
until we know we're nowhere bound
here's the sidewalk where we
spoke our minds
follow the cracks until we
say goodbye
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