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"Penn Avenue/Bloomfield Mornings"

Waking up next to you is the greatest feeling there is When the pale sunlight throws itself through the curtains Whitewashed out, blinded softly, the cotton in your eyes The streets below, filled with love, a sketch scratched in the open sky

Hum, hum, hum, hum

Through a pinhole, you're a cocoon Through the door, you're the waking moon Drifting like the reeds in summertime, I try as I might And I can see where we once stood still, so silent in ourselves

Hum, hum, hum, hum

Waking up next to you is the greatest feeling there is But now we have to be adults

"The Rest of Our Lives"

For the longest time, I'd fall asleep Pass through the light, the clouds clipped your wings A thorn in your palm, the blood thick then gone Fingers sunflower stained, your nails full of dirt with the past

I watched you soar, like a child on a swing Without gravity, in the arms of the sun Paths perfectly drawn, intertwined, soaked in life I remember it like a dream, like it was a memory

"Lights on a String"

Orchards in bloom Sun fades Cocktails and suits I'm just a shade

And you, so still, in the midst of it all With friends, surrounded, like a shell I'm just not that brave A blue and white polka-dotted eye of a hurricane

Like a dog with his nose in the wind, I am lost Like a stone on a pond, I just won't get across Like a drink in my hand, I just wish I was strong Like a light on a string, I just want to belong

The burgeoning din when the cicadas come As sparklers crackle And all the chatter, so perfectly loud It's all swept under by my deafening heart

Like a salmon that envies the cod, I'm not right Like a lemming that looks at the ledge, I just might Like a web that gets spun and connects everything We're all the same, like those lights on a string

"Foxtrot for Bare Feet"

I'm not tired, and I'm not dead I took your hand, and you took mine All your sighs, every breath Crashing comes, like the tide

Eyes open, eyes closed Eyes open, eyes closed It's all the same

Though it's all in my head All I wanted, you reinvent To touch your skin, trace your lines To hold you close and pass the time

Eyes open, eyes closed Eyes open, eyes closed You carried my heart to the foaming sea

"Madeleines"

[lyrics redacted]
And as soon as I had recognized the taste of the piece of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-blossom which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long postpone the discovery of why this memory made me so happy) immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like a stage set to attach itself to the little pavilion opening on to the garden which had been built out behind it for my parents (the isolated segment which until that moment had been all that I could see); and with the house the town, from morning to night and in all weathers, the Square where I used to be sent before lunch, the streets along which I used to run errands, the country roads we took when it was fine. And as in the game wherein the Japanese amuse themselves by filling a porcelain bowl with water and steeping in it little pieces of paper which until then are without character or form, but, the moment they become wet, stretch and twist and take on colour and distinctive shape, become flowers or houses or people, solid and recognizable, so in that moment all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann's park, and the water-lilies on the Vivonne and the good folk of the village and their little dwellings and the parish church and the whole of Combray and its surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being, town and gardens alike, from my cup of tea.

- excerpt from "Du côté de chez Swann" by Marcel Proust

"Bury Me in the Backyard"

I know that life is for the living And I am not dismayed, but I hope that you'll respect my wishes When you send me on my way

Bury me in the backyard With a stick to mark my bones Bury me in the backyard, brother, Of the house we once called home

With every labored wheeze that leaves my lungs I don't fear, but know And I don't aim to ever be a burden So just see to this when I go

Bury me in the backyard With a stick to mark my bones Bury me in the backyard, brother, Of the house we once called home

"The Myth of Saturday Night"

Fake light breaks across your face The drunken dirge drones on Streetsides full of empty souls These were once our nights, but now they're gone

Parlor windows where tombstones stood The echoes clink and ring amongst the crowded rooms Fissures strew the concrete path The unknown objects throughout a hurt holiday

But observations aren't the same And every party has its gates So it's true that everywhere you go There you are, and me, well, I'm always alone

And none of these lights can illuminate me And all these sounds dull my ears And all these sights I'll never see again And all this ground will lead me right back here

"No Heaven for the Likes of Me"

No heaven for kin of Cain No, no heaven for they No heaven for liars and thieves No heaven for the likes of me

Lord giveth, and name be praised Lord taketh away No heaven for those cast free No heaven for the likes of me

So should Eden re-open gates Lower her swords of flames I'll be begging on bad knees But no heaven for the likes of me

"Milestone"

You feel cold when you're alone And I heard it on the phone You don't have to explain it to me I felt it when you kissed me

And it's no use, I can see your scars What are you doing behind closed doors? We're more alike than you think You should see my skin Please don't hang up the phone Because this is just a milestone

And I won't force myself on you I'm not like the other guys I'm not afraid to look in your eyes Take all the time you need You don't have to satisfy me That's not what I need

And it's no use, I can see your scars What are you doing behind closed doors? We're more alike than you think You should see my skin Please don't hang up the phone Because this is just a milestone

I heard you fall and hit the floorboard Don't you do this alone So won't you break down beside me? Oh, won't you break down beside me?

And please come back to the phone Because this is just a milestone

And it seems that you have a choice to make You could hang up right now and seal your fate Or I could be there in less than five minutes We could go for a ride

"I Used to Know Her"

Yes, I used to know your mother I guess that we're still friends Yes, I used to know your mother Or, at least, she knew me

Yes, I still see that December Whenever I close my eyes Yes, I still see that December And I still can't change a thing

Oh, but this was all ages ago All the answers and the questions just don't matter Oh, but this was all ages ago Won't you please leave me alone?

Yes, I used to know your mother I guess that we're still friends Yes, I used to know your mother Or, at least, she knew me