| Thinking back to phase one |
| With woolen mallets and the bass drums |
| Early hours in the drive-thru |
| Playing early DIIV and Nite Jewel |
| We found ourselves in stage three |
| Observing murals dotting Lake Street |
| With every story comes a stalemate |
| When you’ve been living in a failed state |
| The night gets cold but there’s smoke in the clouds |
| I’m having trouble sleeping and it’s stressing me out |
| The words may fall short of something profound |
| But every time I’m with you I’m just glad you’re around |
| How’s it sound |
| Laid out in programmatic sets of three |
| We keep the time and music sets the scene |
| What’s after a dream |
| My point of reference is the northern sky |
| Sometimes the synthesizers make me cry |
| We’ll dance for awhile |
| Two, three, four |
| I guess you caught me in a dark mood |
| Which is to say I’m missing part two |
| I’m always hoping life will start soon |
| No one else can make my heart swoon |
| Like you do |
| The night gets cold but there’s smoke in the clouds |
| I’m having trouble sleeping and it’s stressing me out |
| The words may fall short of something profound |
| But every time I’m with you I’m just glad you’re around |
| The night got cold there was smoke in the clouds |
| Then you came and found me when the world had me down |
| The words may fall short of something profound |
| But every time I’m with you I’m just glad you’re around |
| How’s it sound |