don't break too many hearts   don't take too many arrows in the chest   cry comfortably   let us all know what you're thinking   is there a gesture i could use   to clearly express    i'm at an utter loss for words   is there a part of you that's torn   that's larger than life   that'll hold on for one more night   i've got a speech to make   followed by a big parade      northside, closed eyes    all charades go on forever    hands tied with fools pride   in a slowly fleeing summer      just throw your hands up at the sky    no use trying to explain this   the clouds are mirrors, i'm disguised   i'm not all that entertaining    the city looks the same   until you notice smaller changes   it still knows us all by name   it holds us close to its heart   all my hopes are unaligned   this diagnosis is self-designed      northside, dead eyes   all charades go on forever.    hands tied with past lives   in a slowly fleeing summer.      empty rooms don't have pictures to talk to   brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons    the days are flooding into months    the nights are staring into centuries    i've got some older pictures    of people i see once every couple years    intrigued or unamazed   you were so much different back in those days    and now this smile has a bitter curve    now these eyes are unenchanted    and all we see    is a faded image of what we used to be.    how can we relate    when we don't know    a thing about each other anymore   when we don't know   each other anymore      is there a gesture i could use    to clearly express    i'm at an utter loss for words