You're slowly coming down from the midnight wish
Afternoon slowing down grass sticking to the inside of your legs
You're staring at the clouds a mile from your apartment
A part of something
Watch you lay your head
Sitting on bricks in Philadelphia
Taking another walk
You're all blacked out but you're walking the line
An aging voice of closeness pouring out from the line
A toe-toucher from another time
Watch you lay your head
Sitting on bricks in Philadelphia
Taking another walk
