The dwelling of a thoughtless teenager

Friday, February 10, 2006

Straylight Run

"Existentialism on Prom Night"

When the sun came up, we were sleeping in,
sunk inside our blankets, sprawled across the bed,
and we were dreaming.
There are moments when I know it
and the world revolves around us.
And we're keeping it, keeping it all going.
This delicate balance: vulnerable, all knowing.

(Sing like you think no one's listening.)
You would kill for this, just a little bit.
Just a little bit, you would.
(Sing like you think no one's listening.)
You would kill for this, just a little bit.
Just a little bit, you would.
You would.

Sing me something soft, sad and delicate or loud and out of key.
Sing me anything.
We're glad for what we've got,
done with what we've lost.
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us.

(Sing like you think no one's listening.)
You would kill for this, just a little bit.
Just a little bit, youwould.
(Sing like you think no one's listening.)
You would kill for this, just a little bit.
Just a little bit, you would.
You would.

Sing me something soft, sad and delicate or loud and out of key.
Sing me anything.

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