This is the last time
That I'm ever gonna come here
on Vineland past the candle shrine that burns on every
so the lines are lost
on the smallest details
of the life
Let me in to see you in the morning light
To
I'm so sick and tired
of all these things
that drag
sweet life I know
how we give it all
hold me up
hold
Don't go on
looking for the love
in the illusion of
"summer dies here and so could I somewhere underneath
where the
I was out the other day
and I saw you in
waiting for a train to catch, waiting for the perfect
feel the burn
feel the demons come to mix
fill the street
