[00:29.049]The first whiteness unfolds.
[00:34.054]One look out the window and your sold
[00:39.804]Muffled sound as we rolled around
[00:43.954]and a nearby refuge from the cold
[00:48.660]Where your brother had transformed the bed
[00:53.162]into a ship that could keep you safe
[00:58.515]But the boy beneath the sheets tonight
[01:03.265]is hard to recognize
[01:07.990]with a head that fills with words that kill
[01:12.840]when you run out of things to talk about.
[01:16.292]
[01:50.153]Leaning back on the curb
[01:53.163]outside her parents house in the suburbs
[01:59.566]Her first love was a hopeful one
[02:03.666]and you were starry-eyed till the Earth had turned
[02:08.919]But you were the first born son
[02:13.069]of a marriage of hit and run
[02:18.070]So ever since you've searched for things
[02:23.024]you could easily derail
[02:27.275]And they did of course
[02:29.975]when you shut those doors
[02:32.277]Is it strange they never understood at all
[02:39.527]No you were so hard to get
[02:43.750]And all you see now are their silhouettes
[02:48.402]As you keep your pace through the cityscape
[02:53.356]and its' picture perfect snow
[02:57.807]While the starlit night and city lights
[03:02.859]are fighting to let you know
[03:07.159]that the innocence yeah it was well spent
[03:11.911]but it's time to let it go
[03:16.011]'Cause you've got a sharper pen and the best of friends
[03:21.611]So what is there to cry about