The Telepathic Butterflies - Yearbook lyrics

On a summer's sunlit evening gaze Thoughts meander, wither in the shade Past the turnstile, down a thoroughfare Where all the streets collide from there And so, I'm uneasy, I know, inside And strange are the thoughts that remain alive Yet some things still remind me But still there is no way home Through the twenty blocks of old decay Where many shadows cast to hide its shame Beneath the signpost of a childhood scene Where only ghosts remain to swing And so, I'm uneasy, I know, inside And strange are the thoughts that remain alive Yet some things still remind me But still there is no way home Watching the sky begin to fall And all of the moments that fade unknown, I know