From the Album: Gla** We sat down in a backyard where Our words dissolved It felt like we could change the season Get ourselves involved Violet nights of suburbia where We can’t go too far We should be inside this building We should go too far Sometimes it’s so hard to tell If it’s spring or fall
If we touch at all We’re longing for desires On and on On and on And on We are waiting for the rain to fall On the road we’re on The smell could change the season Save ourselves till dawn All I told became a nursery rhyme Became your home The wind and the entire ocean Became your home