Lyrics Young, Vacant, Wistful - Blue Sails

Young, Vacant, Wistful

Just invite yourself over
And pour the box of wine you stole
Carpet bomb the convo
I’m looking through your shadow
When will I just say no?
Who did I meet in the dead of night?
You or me?
We’re mingling with a memory
You who broke your fall
Now you’ve gotta fly
Summer on the rooftop
Calling on a lit up night
Young, vacant, and wistful
The glow of your brake lights
Lost in the heights
Who did I meet in the dead of night?
You or me?
We’re mingling with a memory
You who broke your fall
Now you’ve gotta fly
It’s getting late, it’s getting late
It’s getting late, it’s getting late
To be tongue tied
It’s gtting late, it’s getting late
It’s gtting late, it’s getting late
To just stand by