Overhills in the car,
going home
Shameless and bold,
leaving traces upon
All the hills and the fire and the cold
We were never here to belong
No, we're always on the second row
We all dance on the floor
An d we're old
Waking early on shore
Hard to breathe
Longing for sure, but not nearly like before
I have had what I thought be my share
And the letter you wrote isn't long
Just enough to be called
Some dead angles I recall
Every time I run near where you are
We were never here to build a home
No, we're always on the second floor
We are dead on the floor
And we're getting held up
In the beat, there's no one else to hold
No security, it just unfolds
What I'm sacrificing by feeling
And dead angles stop me
from giv ing the signals
I hope to receive when it's love,
it's just me
And it's too much to hold
when I'm waiting for love
I can't leave but I feel I should
give up and really don't mind
If I fall, I have done it before
I'll be picking up the stones in
the middle of the streets endlessly