The walk there was better than the walk home
i feel lucky that there were no streetlights
stowaways walking it off block my sight,
and i've been living like, living like this for miles,
but i cant find what i want to find

we want wallets like steeples that we can climb
to see the parachutes abbreviate whats left of the light
heads like mirrors in the rain arent reflecting right
and i've been looking for something, looking for something for miles,
but i cant find what i want to find

oceans grow older then i cant live under plastic traps that bury the ground
as our minds get shorter, the frost gets bolder
and we've got, we've got, we've got to keep running
we grow older then i cant live under plastic tarps that bury the ground
as our minds get shorter, the frost gets bolder,
and we've got, we've got, we've got to keep running

the walk there was better than the walk home
i feel luckly that there were no streetlights
the oceans grow old but never lose their sight
we keep looking for something in the night
but i cant find what i want to find

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