So take the long way back home tonight. Don't say a thing. Stereo seventeen, red and green. And everything I'm thinking is surfacing. . Night brings all the daydreams I can't share with you, my dear.
Why do we not I care to wait, instead I hear this straight from you. Was I mixing colors, mixing signals, missing you. We've tried a thousand times, breathe deep between the lines.
Your intentions wrapped and sealed carefully. Patiently my eyes will follow line by line. Paint a picture where you'd rather be tonight. Honestly it seems we're running out of time.
Under this city. You'd find what used to be my dreams. When you rise over the skyline. It makes a mess of everything. . And to this day, I wonder. What it's like to be the biggest star up in your sky.
As night falls, your words are ringing above all. And now the summer rain is gone. Pawn the photos on your wall. . I'm standin' in the same place that you left me.
I feel this pressure weighing down, weighing down on me. I can't complete a thought, it's hard to breathe, it keeps me awake. I'm walking fearfully through every day, through every place.
I'd paint your hair crimson red. And your eyes blue instead. . If I could I'd draw a heart for you. Fix it in between the essence of my hands. Illuminate the arteries until you understand.
So honestly. The way your body tells the story. Of the summer nights you spent away from me. . And honestly. There is no other place that I'd rather be.