street nights   cool nights   a couple of clueless kids   smoking cigarettes   talking out loud   could you comprehend what they must be thinking?   explanations burned into frustration      songs of broadbred(??)   hanging off the lips   silence enters   the conversation slips   it seems what they want   is closer than we imagine   one leans in and asked the other      would it be alright if i told you something in spite?   i will listen to you on one condition   i will call your bluff without suspicion   about the way you feel tonight      cylce (??)   false hopes   pitfalls and close calls   steam rising off the surface   i can't explain the nervousness   that we send to analyze to death   she seems so nice   seems being a key word      i explain myself   in the most useless way   i dive in too fast   scaring off the web   in an ocean where the motion crushes the surf   and pulls be back to you      scenery changing   a certain look of disguise   off the rounded helm of the pretty brown eyes   sucking his mouth dry   you used to lose in   everyone in this life   all the reckless   in her visions   i sat inside   slow my breathing and fright   about the way i feel tonight