Ocean Skyline

I wish I could say that I just could not recognize parts of my

past and present colloured by these old streetlights

And all these buildings, so far from scratching the skyline, are

keepers of some chapters of a story about you and I

But how could one story begin without a special scenery? Should

we just drive away in search of perfect views?

But these memories keep me tied to the first paragraphs of our

lives.

The ones that talk about the moments stuck forever in these

streets.

Do you wanna hang around with me? All day, just like we've done

a million times before

Do you wanna hang around with me? And curse the fact that we

still hang around, but never leave this place

So many years of shinning smiles and misery, confined in this

town just like written names on wet cement

It's weird to realize somehow I love being here, and that all

these grey corners and sidewalks somehow still belong to me

Could you trade old calendars for a chance to go back and start

a new life in a place nobody knows your name

But this quicksand town of mine seems just too hard to leave

behind

So let's just drive around this graveyard 'cause we just can't

say goodbye

"Have you noticed that these streets seem to be shrinking, inch

by inch?"

"Well isn't that what happens after every rainy day?"

But the day is ocean blue, making it up to me and you

For growing up in a place that doesn't seem to ever let us get

away

Do you wanna hang around with me? 'Cause maybe hang around is

the best thing that we can do now

And if we stop hanging around the day might give up shining

blue

And 'cause if you're here, right by my side, this town does not

seem so bad after all