suns going down lets get together on the bridge well meet up tonight black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags above the East Rivers northern lights you see what I see I thought it make believe watched the sun rise on my street old cement makes for a solid place to lay bed of light grey my bed of light grey while I know its letters that can spell I hear now its words that can say I decided to start writing less and Im talking more everyday sixteen of our friends a five seat bright red van curbside view turn off of grand pound my steering wheel we yell to the windshield Im finally home Im finally home no time for cameras well use our eyes instead no time for cameras well be gone when were dead no time for cameras well use our eyes instead I see flashes of gold every single car alarm we hear well steal and throw through their window my water comes straight from the tap and those bottles are all just for show I see that were made of more then blood and bones see were made of sticks and stones dont forget to breathe need locks for your keys dont forget to breathe now forget to breathe now no time for cameras well use our eyes instead no time for cameras well be gone when were dead no time for cameras well use our eyes instead I see flashes of gold