men shopping

but shadows and dust

now that summer is gone

on a cardboard scene you know it's never make-believe

if only tonight we could sleep

i can't feel my hand anymore, it's alright sleep tight

travel is dangerous

better call in the flames they been caught burning

when i get to sleep i think less

as you index the birds and you label them up

i came to your party dressed as a shadow

you are on trial now

when the wind plays flute

this used to be my playground

i'll bottle sounds of me for you

the pick-up lineup

don't be afraid you have just got your eyes closed

now that i don't think of you anymore

i hope tonight you will touch my hair

trapdoors that you can't come back from