Žodžiai dainai: Kind Of Like Spitting. Bridges Worth Burning. Untitled.

Now that it's been awhile, somehow come back in style, you smile at me, I hear the trash collectors at night, drunk romance soft forgiving lights, it's all the same, fifties, sixties, seventies, now, art films burnt into our brow, if it's all the same to you, I'm going home