Miles of ovens and malls,
university, bring me anything
Summer span, kickin' rocks,
tearin' lines in fake geography
Block of white noise hits,
box fence propped in a basement field
Well, ain't a deal in J .S.
You'll never get to be still
Layin' round the seamin' stool
Leavin' me flowers in late
Sayin' no, I'm comin' here, too
You'll never get to keep it
Nothin' was easier than rosemary
Pretty boys swinging from balconies
All those bottles landing at our feet
Now you're awake on the call
Prepping beds and talking strangers in
Haunt me down like a ghost
Calligraphy, don't let it hit
You know we came so close
Arms give up of the East End
Nothing was easier than rosemary
Pretty girls shuffling down Pritchard Street
Trying to climb onto those
Nothing'll keep you from remembering
What it once felt like under Easton Hill
We saw only what we chose
