Put your face down to the pavement and watch the snow-laiden
fog fly with the wind
Under the table with here feet on your lap


A simple stare's never made you so numb
Slow down it breaks with the tide and it still moves closer

to your heart

Let the streetlights guide your wanders, and the bottle set

The stage for summer
So master the art of self-conclusion and hope to breathe in
the morning

So master the art of self-conclusion and hope to breathe in
the morning


Let the streetlights guide your wanders, and the bottle set
The stage for summer


so master the art of self-conclusion and hope to breathe in
the morning.
so master the art of self-conclusion and hope to breathe in

the morning.



Baby, I'm at your bedside, and your not getting your
medication. Baby?