Cymbals Eat Guitars - Living North lyrics

I met the first guy Who said, "I'll always remember this night, Jane." When I brought cigarettes home on a whim It was really him And all of us other guys Who've said it since then We've been trying to mean it as sincerely as he did Well, tThere is a metal divide Between myself and this lake in New Jersey Silver seaweed hands reach up and then grab A woman walking, dog pulled in Never heard from again Focus on shining tension We're striders on the surface Of striders on the surface You're a dog's leash on the shores of the Pacific It means nothing to me