Turn your eyes to everyone,
We're the evenings drawing tight
by the planets in the tide
I like to be here in the dark,
And calm when you arrive,
I can set you by the firelight,
you can tell me what you like
Lights clicking on and off
Low lights, radios and empty minds
We were brought into a world,
Where the roads went on forever
And the evening never fell
But our heads pick up such static
We must clear it on our own
To stack up all the homes
We can meet under the streetlights
In a world that we designed
Under the electric lights
Clicking on and off of lights
Cover our whole world in gold
Burns the chill out of the night
The trouble that it might invite
We are turning left to Park Road
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