We sat quiet on the hill,
Out just north of Wing's Field,
Waiting on the runway lights.
We were wrapped in winter coats.
And I said I'd drive you home.
You'd been pulling at your flask all night.
I wrapped my arms around the moment like I'm clutching a memory;
You alive in your madness, in love with the night.
The glow of the furnace.
The ambulance lights.
The bluest things on Earth don't know sh** about the blues.
You used to be vibrant.
You used to burn bright.
Put out the light
In your clouded eyes.
Kept you inside
Through the summertime.
You put up a fight
Pressing flowers at night in a book that you loved.
The pieces they can't take of us.
I found you shaking at a lake,
A hospital bracelet still tight to your wrist.
We talked to fill the empty space.
Dance on the ice until it breaks.
They flooded a town so this park could exist.
You see us walking on the streets in your dreams.
The pills that they fed you.
Your half-awake eyes.
The bluest things on Earth don't know sh** about the blues.
You used to burn.
Put out the light
In your clouded eyes.
Kept you inside
Through the summertime.
You put up a fight
Pressing flowers at night in a book that you loved.
The pieces they can't take of us.
Put out the light
In your clouded eyes.
Kept you inside
Through the summertime.
You put up a fight
Pressing flowers at night in a book that you loved.
There's pieces they can't take of us.
There's pieces they can't take of us.