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We rarely see warning signs
BOOKS FROM BOXES MAXïMO PARK Night falls and towns become circuit boards We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving From the air stadium lights stand out like flares And all I know is that you're sat here right next to me We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe Right now I feel each and every fragment This paper trail leads right back to you… You say you need me to step outside You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes You passed me up so as not to break a promise Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar In the long run, you said you knew that this would happen This is something new But it turns out it was borrowed, too "why does every letdown have to be so thin?" Rain explodes At the moment that the cab door closed I feel the weight upon your kiss; ambiguous You have to leave. I appreciate that But I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes You passed me up so as not to break a promise The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall And we decided just to write after all. Two bodies in motion This is a matter of fact It wasn't built to last Etiketter: Maximo Park |
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