Sixteen months Iv been away now, when I left you i was dying for change- like an overplayed tune
back then me and lincoln were through.
I carried out investigations to figure out overturned inspirations
the questions, they were leading and lead me screaming back to you.
Lincoln I won't tell a soul.
of the summer that i stole from you.
this new cities getting old
& its not my town, its not my town at all
It took me years to stop feeling cold and reproached
bigger fears- watch children sleep
I left the lights on and the engine warm
Get away again get away from...