Do you wanna come over and kill some time?

Where do all the lovers meet with one another in an effort to uncover what has happened to the silent days? Despite ones on the corner, dream of something warmer. A semblance of our old ways, what has happened to our handmade days?

I CAN'T... BREATHE NOW.

We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it

Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it

On and on and on we are calling out and out again

Never looking down I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me