I walk the streets avoiding cynical trial   My foot strikes heart beats into clinical tiles   I sit and my thoughts are on you for awhile   Cause when you smile, you smile legitimate smiles      We sit in waiting on the radio   Each day feeds growing sentiment of hope   The static breaks and all thats heard is snow   And were ecstatic, for that song we know.       Maybe I just need a friend   Or maybe I just need this pen   Until our manifestos words meet   Open ears, a smile, a heartbeat    I think I can wait till then.       This time it feels like I am losing the fight   When Im alone here with the angry night   My skin seems thinner, maybe its the light   The moon my one true friends just being polite.      Breakdown:   This monetary distraction   this temparary attraction   And Im struck      I was told this weather would subside   And when your hands are dancing close with mine   I know this isnt really the best time.   But clouds are painting our whole town in white