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 leave 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