You called me up
It was raining
North on the 495
I caught a glimpse of the demons, the mountains, the memories
That I buried alive
You asked me when am I coming
To swim with you in the Salt Lake
With wings cuttin' high through the clouds in the sky
I'll be falling, and the morning will break
And I'm not gonna lie
About how much I miss you
You could come, we could fly to the east coast
I could finally kiss you
The shadows are falling on Boston
But yours is still long on the ground
Wishing these hands could reach 2000 miles
To give you these flowers I found
And I'm not gonna lie
About how much I miss you
You could come, we could fly to the east coast
I could finally kiss you
You called me up
It was raining
North on the 495
I caught a glimpse of the demons, the mountains, the memories
That I buried alive