Sangtekster:
Matt Kim

The northeast, well, it's all I really know With dust and bricks, and some cars in the snow It's like New York in the late summer time Can breathe again

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

We cut the legs off of our pants Threw our shoes into the ocean Sit back and wave through the daylight Sit back and wave through the daylight Slip and

I wanna sleep through the weekend I wanna try I wanna walk on my own floor Before I die And now, now the band tunes up And now remember your lines And

pull out all the stops we are coming home tonight a pair of old boxing gloves in a new fight where every single scar well it means something to me as

Please direct my call Like strings and cans through halls I made some out of lead And I tried them out from bed Couldn't make it through the walls Turn

Show me the side streets in your life Train yards like bone yards sharpened knives Sidewalks are unassuming fields Concrete and cracks won't cut you deals

1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 It's a fact, printed stained Burned deep into my brain It keeps turning in my mind Like nuts and bolts so long 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Hold

Fifteen years old, picking out the same old clothes While these posters are wallpaper for those with the same goal She'll try out on on the day after