Heartache on the brain again
Feeling all the pain again
Passing through the yellow lights
Turning, slowing, dipping, going
Dark and cold and breath and home
Textures of tonight
Have you ever met someone so real, you think they're not?
They spin you in their bonfire sighs and addendumize your heart
Lovers in the window
A balcony room, watching from outside
Drop note lights, corner vine finds
Answers spoken by a friend
Pouring, raining inside
Do you ever meet a sight that stirs your heart?
Like magic right before your eyes
Like this is where it starts
These are the nights people write about
Citing the diamonds on each lamppost
Thing is, it's okay to cry about
Swing set, can't forget ghosts
Certainly there's certainty that you've got to turn the wheel
Decide which way to go
Darling, tonight we're truly real
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