Feeling alive for the first time in weeks of permanent grief
Inconsistencies fill my mind, colours and patterns intertwine
The projector's shining beam shows pictures of Boston's streets
Somewhere plays a melody
"Blood Bank" on the stereo
The flashlight of a phone
Footsteps on an empty road
We were swimming through time that night
Dream and reality would collide
Philosophising our lives
Until the morning lights
For one night at peace, doubt at ease, autumn leaves beneath my feet
Autumn leaves, meagre trees will wind, hands freezing in the moonlight
Laughter fills those empty paths as we stumble through high grass
Trying to outrun our past
"Blood Bank" on the stereo
The flashlight of a phone
Footsteps on an empty road
We were swimming through time that night
Dream and reality would collide
Philosophising our lives
Until the morning lights
Black marks burned into the desk, a wasted mess, two f*cked up heads
With wide open eyes I realise, we were high, so high