Scouts search too far, fall, wait, bright marks forming into "E"s. Waiting,
Watching icebergs melt outside and I am thinking about going out. Black and red,
Bi-Colored streets. Wondering where this town ends and the next one begins,
The roads we follow never end. I wonder when you're alone if you're really as high
As A cloud or your heart comes undone without mend.
Jumping Gardens And Passing Streets Lyrics