In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
I think there's a pattern there
We lack the motion to move to the new beat
Oh I gotta hear that one more time... 1... 2... 3...
... and rejoiced, for the earth circled the sun yet another year
Well... I guess because they have returned every spring so far.
Starts with them, ends with us
Some things will never wash away
Boarding the neon buzz
Reaching the shore
Farthest away from home
Diamonds on my windshield