Lyrics
Thinking back to phase one
With woolen mallets and the bass drums
Early hours in the drive-through
Playing early DIIV and Nite Jewel
We found ourself in stage three
Observing murals dotting Lake Street
With every story comes a stalemate
When you've been living in a failed state
The night gets cold but there's smoke in the clouds
I'm having trouble sleeping and it's stressing me out
The words may fall short of something profound
But every time I'm with you I'm just glad you're around
How's this sound?
Laid out in programmatic sets of three
We keep the time and music sets the scene
What's after the dream?
My point of reference is the northern sky
Sometimes the synthesizer makes me cry
We'll dance for a while
(Two, three, four)
I guess you caught me in a dark mood
Which is to say I'm missing part two
I'm always hoping life will start soon
No one else can make my heart swoon, like you do
The night gets cold but there's smoke in the clouds
I'm having trouble sleeping and it's stressing me out
The words may fall short of something profound
But every time I'm with you I'm just glad you're around
When the night got cold, there was smoke in the clouds
Then you came and found me when the world let me down
The words may fall short of something profound
But every time I'm with you I'm just glad you're around
How's this sound?
