These Streets
Can you breathe the air that's telling me that it's Winter?
Can you feel the fingertips of sky showing me I can't forget her?
Do you try to get up when I'm gone, do you feel like everything is wrong? You're empty without me.
Do you try to break the words you hate, tell yourself it's better off this way? I'm hopeless without you.
The ashes of what we felt, raining down, onto our streets.
We cry out for something else, but there's no sound getting past our teeth.
Can you taste the rain that's telling me the sky is crying?
Do you know that inside, without you, I'm dying?
Do you feel like everything is wrong? Try to get up when I'm gone? You're empty without me.
Do you try to break the words you hate, tell yourself it's better off this way? I'm hopeless without you.
The ashes of what we felt, raining down, onto our streets.
We cry out for something else, but there's no sound, getting past our teeth.