| I left everybody and went home to rest
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| There was a silence to the departure
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| It wasn’t quite silent, but there was silence to it
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| The way when it’s been raining for a long time
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| The noise of it all just bends and sits in whatever you’re doing
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| And then you only really notice when you get up and it’s gone
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| Well, it was one of those, I guess
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| And I got up, a spattering of life, of living
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| Of evidence that we existed that was littered everywhere
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| And that’s what it felt like: litter
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| Is this what a soul feels like, something thrown out a car window?
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| Is that what a soul feels like, just evidence in a locker?
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| There were a lot of long funny days wrapping up in this
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| It was a timeframe of an explosion
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| And we were about to break that weak façade
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| We had a cool, cynical approach to technology
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| You couldn’t get a hold of us if you tried and
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| Nobody was trying to get a hold of us
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| At least much back then
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| We were a lonely gang, we were a desperate clique
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| We wanted you to want to be you and me, we didn’t trust anything
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| And that’s what this whole thing stems from: trust
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| I didn’t think of God back then as anything other than a word
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| But now as we’re packing up and spinning our loose ends together
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| I know so many words that have lost or gained meaning
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but the right people never hear me
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| You’re a stowaway
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| You’re a hollow thought
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| A faith that comes and goes
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| As awkwardly as you want
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| There was gasoline on my hands
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| Mixing with a bit of glass from the window
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| There was a little rainbow in my blood
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| It stirred in me quiet and lyrical
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| So I left and went home to rest
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| I managed to get myself to bed
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| But there wasn’t really much of me left
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| We were a lonely gang, we were on a desperate streak
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| I wanted you to want to be you and me
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| I would have done anything and you took my trust
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| But I guess what this whole thing stems from is lust
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| I didn’t think of myself back then as much more than a name
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| But now that I’m thinking of our loose ends together
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| I know so many names that have lost or gained meaning
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but you never seem to hear me
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but it doesn’t make it easy
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but you never seem to hear me
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but it doesn’t make it easy
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but you never seem to hear me
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but you never seem to hear me
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but it doesn’t make it easy
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but you never seem to hear me
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| I say sorry a whole lot, but it doesn’t make it easy |