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 cant go too far We should be inside this building We should go too far Sometimes its so hard to tell If its spring or fall If we touch at all Were longing for desires On and on On and on And on We are waiting for the rain to fall On the road were 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