Dimlite - SE SE SC lyrics

[Verse one] On a sunny evening in May... Uncanny – the guy looks like me Stops and cries out, that spring Doesn't mean anything anymore With the hand that's not held open He points to kids plucking notes up in a tree And he spits on the golden, rippled Fleeting ground that is our streets Half a pack of smokes into his hand 'cause I don't have no cash Trying to keep my eyes from Wandering off to that tree with the pups not knowing sad [Break down] [Verse two] On a bleak evening in November... Uncanny – the guy still looks like me Stops and cries out, that the cold Doesn't mean anything anymore With the hand that's not held open He points to a pile of kids hearts turned to stone And he spits on the frozen, rippled, fleeting ground that is our home Half a pack of smokes into his hand 'cause I don't have no cash While I keep my eyes of this rocky pile of hearts The trees are defoliated now Together we stare for another moment... Let me finish up this nonsense in irradiant golden – [Outro]