I walk the streets avoiding cynical trialnMy foot strikes heart beats into clinical tilesnI sit and my thoughts are on you for awhilenCause when you smile, you smile legitimate smilesnnWe sit in waiting on the radionEach day feeds growing sentiment of hopenThe static breaks and all thats heard is snownAnd were ecstatic, for that song we know. nnMaybe I just need a friendnOr maybe I just need this pennUntil our manifestos words meetnOpen ears, a smile, a heartbeat nI think I can wait till then. nnThis time it feels like I am losing the fightnWhen Im alone here with the angry nightnMy skin seems thinner, maybe its the lightnThe moon my one true friends just being polite.nnBreakdown:nThis monetary distractionnthis temparary attractionnAnd Im strucknnI was told this weather would subsidenAnd when your hands are dancing close with minenI know this isnt really the best time.nBut clouds are painting our whole town in white