Turn away. Hate the setting sun.

Pray for perfect moments to dissolve the worst to come.

It’s all a fault to know who you owe.

Everybody’s leaving with a song that breaks your bones.

So the first time around, all the words win out.

And you woke yourself panicked.

You broke yourself. Panicked, the first time around.

I wanted to say, I miss your home.

I saw the ashes, you holding a match and how it feels to be young.

But it’s a complication, all that’s smiling down.

And you’ve got imagination to break your heart if there’s nothing around.

So the first time around.

So the first time around.

Yeah you woke yourself panicked.

You broke yourself. Panicked, the first time around.

And it’s all nothing. And it’s all something.

And it’s all nothing. And it’s all something.

And it’s nothing. And it’s all.