Vines

I see meaning where you don't, where you don't

I see waves of pastel orange and yellow, painting's fire

I see futures that you won't, that you won't

I see futures where are nights are lost to condensation

Night time in the basement, screamin' 'bout our feelings

Running through the cold air, searching for a meaning

Passed out on the concrete, dizzy from the spinning

Wake up to the feeling that everybody's leaving

I'm sick of your come downs, sick of your truce, sick of your way

I'm sick of your tragedy that's living in our status

I'm sick of your echoes, sick of these ghosts that haunt our place

I get the feeling that I'll never leave this house again

Night time in the basement, screamin' 'bout our feelings

Running through the cold air, searching for a meaning

Passed out on the concrete, dizzy from the spinnin'

Wake up to the feeling that everybody's leaving

(Everybody's leaving)

(Everybody's leaving)

Failed by design, slow your pace down to mine

Watch my back, heave a sigh, keep it safe, make it right

Failed by design, slow your pace down to mine

Watch my back, heave a sigh, keep it safe, make it right

Night time in the basement, screamin' 'bout our feelings

Running through the cold air, searching for a meaning

Passed out on the concrete, dizzy from the spinning

Wake up to the feeling that every one is leaving