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The street lamps are an arrow shooting straight into the moon.
The concrete and the sorrow
beat up our paths.
Tell another secret.
The night will keep it.
You know we won't remember tomorrow.
Each shooting star's a saint
or an aeroplane
looking down on this darkened world.
We aren't seeing straight,
and our eyes are squinting,
but we make sure to keep looking forward.
Even though, as we throw
ourselves around,
the asphalt bangs our feet,
and the sweat from our brows
disgusts us,
Oh, it all tastes so sweet.
We drink our nights away
and we piss away the day.
Waking up at three,
you call your life a waste.
You wouldn't have it any other way.
We wouldn't have this any other way.
Concluding our night out,
we're riding the bus back,
from a movie downtown.
Our inhibitions low.
Our time, how short it grows.
We're not raking leaves.
We're gonna kick them around.
No one assumes that there's room for two
in these beds,
but no one wants to dream alone.
The strength and safety,
the faults and poetry,
of youthful energies together while they sleep.
It's beauty. It's overwhelming.
Through these years, we'll trudge the earth,
holding in our mighty breath,
and pushing out our mighty chests,
'cause we don't know what to expect.
Things have never been how we thought they would be.
So, why are we surprised?
Let's keep steady down this door-less hallway
toward sunrise.
What is this place worth to you?
I know I'd pay the sun and the moon.
The concrete and the sorrow
beat up our paths.
Tell another secret.
The night will keep it.
You know we won't remember tomorrow.
Each shooting star's a saint
or an aeroplane
looking down on this darkened world.
We aren't seeing straight,
and our eyes are squinting,
but we make sure to keep looking forward.
Even though, as we throw
ourselves around,
the asphalt bangs our feet,
and the sweat from our brows
disgusts us,
Oh, it all tastes so sweet.
We drink our nights away
and we piss away the day.
Waking up at three,
you call your life a waste.
You wouldn't have it any other way.
We wouldn't have this any other way.
Concluding our night out,
we're riding the bus back,
from a movie downtown.
Our inhibitions low.
Our time, how short it grows.
We're not raking leaves.
We're gonna kick them around.
No one assumes that there's room for two
in these beds,
but no one wants to dream alone.
The strength and safety,
the faults and poetry,
of youthful energies together while they sleep.
It's beauty. It's overwhelming.
Through these years, we'll trudge the earth,
holding in our mighty breath,
and pushing out our mighty chests,
'cause we don't know what to expect.
Things have never been how we thought they would be.
So, why are we surprised?
Let's keep steady down this door-less hallway
toward sunrise.
What is this place worth to you?
I know I'd pay the sun and the moon.