The angelic New England sun sets    Over the low-income housing district   As I dissect the forever sky    Looking for a peace I left behind   Misery is what you make of it:   All my drunken never-sent love letters   And six miles of backroad to tempt death   With a fast car and bad intentions      And it is all far too bittersweet   For me to do anything but fall to my knees   And laugh at the tragic beauty of it all   We could drive eighty-five all around this town   But we'll never fly or find our way out   And that piece of me will always be yours   Under the false warmth of the stars      You are secret overlooks all the best views around   Stitching symphonies into silent films   And if we can't be then at least promise me   You'll stay gold and always free      The beauty of youth is a rose planted in pavement   Growing up is giving up so spit back in their faces   I wish that I could save you from the cold   Is love is faster then light promise me you'll stay gold   Because I've already lost my way   And I can't get out of this loveless place      Under the false warmth of the stars   I want to hold you in my broken arms