It's almost true: You don't expect to follow, watching what you do. I talked my way, half the night in overdrive, with nowhere else to stay: afternoons spent inside crashing on the shadows in the room, wrapped in your reigns. Gone along, you won't forget who's standing out of frame

Kick and run:

It doesn't fall far from the road and someone's going to come

Shake it out:

Remember what you'd wanted from the embers floating down

Aren't you cold?

Standing by my window (curtained up and closed) yesterday. I let the door fly open, broken just the same. It's all so new, though I've known you from somewhere I was only falling through. Save your time, coming out with what you've found on the other side