grey skies forming up aheadnyou light up like a cigarettenrecords playing on the setnwe dont have a long time leftnnyou call out, you call out every timeni pass thru the hallnthat's where your pictures arennyou call out, you call out every timeni sing out a notenthere go the words you spokennpacking up is turning innone last look before your eyes grow dimnlay your silhouette on the bednand ask my where my mind has beennwhere my mind has beennnyou call out, you call out every timeni pass thru the hallnthat's where your pictures arennyou call out, you call out every timeni sing out a notenthere go the words you spokennand i never thought i'd have na reason to go backnbut as it turns out,nwhat we made is still therenreflecting off the glassnand stitching up the tearsnnyou've got one eye on the housena crooked roof to be straightened outnyou keep the other on the skynsimple life just takes some timenjust takes some time