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Lyrics
At times it seems unreal to think that we could never be anything but pictures in a book, or letters browning at each page's edge. And after all is done, now here we are, still holding tight in our confusion, and how. And it's not that I'm not sure anymore, and it's not as if I'm unchanged by all these thoughts of carrying on. But as faithless as you are, at least I still have revolution to love and hold. And now that there's no use in waking up, I lay in bed for days and sleep until I can't distinguish the stale air I breathe from this apathy. But I feel some sort of freedom from being completely detached from everything, so maybe this is how it will be today, today. And it's not that I'm not sure anymore, and it's not as if I'm unchanged by all these thoughts of carrying on. But as faithless as you are, at least I still have revolution to love and hold. Every waking hour we'd lay serene, and every word you spoke so lovingly. No boy could ever feel alone if he were your stars, as I was. No boy could ever love as me. Sitting on your bed, a peculiar tension static in the atmosphere. And I wish you hadn't kissed me in my car, downtown, parked around the corner from my old apartment, the one that made us wish we were kids again. Remember when we were eight, and the world was as beautiful as you? And it's not that I'm not sure anymore, and it's not as if I'm unchanged by all these thoughts of carrying on. But as faithless as you are, at least I still have revolution to love.
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