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Lyrics
It feels like summer in this twilight hour,
All the lights are off and I’m in shower and,
It’s green outside, but light gray in here,
And I’m wishing I could disappear.
His notebook burned, like water over sand.
Her pictures got left in the backseat of a taxi cab.
His violin got checked, and came back broken in half.
Now their wheels are spinning, frantic for what they had.
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So sink me down,
In the oyster mud.
The colors all fade,
As the chemicals flood.
The chemicals flood.
This beach town changed while she was gone.
Chinese restaurants and bus stops, it doesn’t seem like it’s been so long.
But as the distance grows, we all tend just to move on.
But when our wheels start spinning, they roll us where we belong.
CHORUS
Sometimes I dream of how it might have been,
With all the parties and bankrolls, all the gold, all the platinum.
But, in the here and now, at twenty-seven,
There’s no bankroll, there’s no platinum.
CHORUS
I’m staring down,
At my blue flesh and blood.
While the late day storms,
They roll me off up above…to my new life.
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