The unknown distance to the great beyond. Stares back at my grieving frame. To cast my shadow by the holy sun. My spirit moans with a sacred pain. And it's quiet now.
Glamorous indie rock & roll is what I want. It's in my soul, it's what I need. Indie rock & roll, it's time. . Two of us, flippin' through a thrift store magazine.
Sitting here on the bed. Trying to clear my head. But Brooke you just won't budge. So I look back instead. Why'd you go away?. Useless when I say, hey.