The walk there was better than the walk home 

i feel lucky that there were no streetlights 

stowaways walking it off block my sight, 

and i've been living like, living like this for miles, 

but i cant find what i want to find 



we want wallets like steeples that we can climb 

to see the parachutes abbreviate whats left of the light 

heads like mirrors in the rain arent reflecting right 

and i've been looking for something, looking for something for miles, 

but i cant find what i want to find 



oceans grow older then i cant live under plastic traps that bury the ground 

as our minds get shorter, the frost gets bolder 

and we've got, we've got, we've got to keep running 

we grow older then i cant live under plastic tarps that bury the ground 

as our minds get shorter, the frost gets bolder, 

and we've got, we've got, we've got to keep running 



the walk there was better than the walk home 

i feel luckly that there were no streetlights 

the oceans grow old but never lose their sight 

we keep looking for something in the night 

but i cant find what i want to find