Do you have something on your mind your words don't seem to follow mine long day and you're far away long day don't what to say The sun sets on the suburbs I count my take and I plan my escape Another age is fading away right before the end they say that it accelerates We could slow it down change some things around we're running out and theres no more to be found everything's for sale take our paper trail gather the evidence that we ever lived here and light it up the last time I felt normal I slept on the floor between two twin beds with everything behind me keep bringing up the memory, k** it completely should I run to you sell my possessions too I don't hate it but to me it has no value everything's for sale down to the nails take all the evidence that we ever lived here and light it up and disappear into a white wind white wind blow through my room cool the doors and call you down until it's all clear my dear you can start it up again watch it burn