Spending our days translucent, in and out of everything
Hanging out with strangers that s the way that we begin
Staring at the sun, thinking it s the moon,
A tiny indication it s gonna happen soon.
But not like you expect these silhouettes are getting closer
They bring you what you need never what you hope for.
I guess by now they shoulda told ya
I guess by now they re getting closer.

There s so many things I just don t wanna say,
Like have you got the stuff I need a good day
There s so many things I just don t wanna do
But your way is my way so walk on through
Did you get the letter, the one I never sent ya
I m all alone on my own misadventure, seeking something
That I don t wanna find, cos if I do there s no rewind.

Spraying our names on the trains in silver and black
Then I make my way back across the tracks
I can always find you wherever you are
There s fire in your eyes in the miracle park
I m on the very last train to wherever, reckon that
I ll see you sometime like never, not even in
My wildest did I think that it would go like this,
Moving through the air, crazy kinda poet kid

I owe you this I say to myself
I owe you this and nothing else