There is no memory of you With the day on your face Just late night, bar light A street lamp, a movement bedside Does that feel right? Falling apart before sunrise As if we're afraid that The sun on our skin Will start fires We don't care We don't seem to care Each of these nights Seem to connect Each of these nights Seem to connect Each of these nights When we connect Listen to sirens cry Not finding their crime scenes And the loose sparks outside Their cat calls and ill means Some kinks are never Meant to be worked out The more that you feel them The more you need their doubt We don't care We don't seem to care Each of these nights Seem to connect We don't care We don't seem to care Each of these nights Seem to connect Each of these nights Seem to connect Each of these nights When we connect Each of these nights Seem to connect Each of these nights When we connect Each of these nights Seem to connect Each of these nights