Turn down the headlights and look my way.

We'll tell our parents the best of things no matter how awful they seem.

The sickness of a family.

Trace your eyes, wake and retrieve,

The morning sun can look so mean - the color.

Kiss your head don't say a thing

We'll live forever in books darling.



It's the secrets beneath the leaves I keep with me. I'm falling up and down.

And I'll never write the letter, I wish you could read the words perfectly. (twice)