Bright Lost Things

Driving your car down Madison Avenue

Yellow streetlight, trashcans green and blue

Just off Broadway, a siren starts singing songs

You're trying hard to keep it tight

But the memory of a past life keeps on pushing through

And now when you sleep

You dream of bright little lost things you left behind you

You don't want 'em back

You just like the feeling that you get when you remember

Falling in and out of love, late nights in the summer

Baseballs in gloves and grass stains on your knees

Kissing in the rain in a Galaxie 500

Sneaking up the stairs while your parents are asleep

Then bodies in beds with names you can't remember

The streets at 2AM after closing down the bar

The way the day breaks from a rooftop in Brooklyn

Is the way the heart aches to know and to be known

I wanna stay here for a while

I wanna stay here for a while

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