the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

The Respect Is Mutual

I've been thinking about heaven quite a bit with these kids,
Wondering if I can get much higher,
But there surely is nothing like this.
He said it himself with quiet irony riding shotgun
And a dusty tape deck playing static tracks.
But we're always moving on sun-faded streets,
You loop nostalgia and call it a beat
Tuck in under some vocals and call it a feat.
This creation is man-made and self-destructing
And we stand above inhaling the smoke before the ruin
Constructing exactly how it is going to end.
Old friends can always throw something new in
Just took keep the same fire burning,
To feel the heat of our youth light the truth we are learning.

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