You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be

No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise

The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw 

Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end 

But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize 

When he catches his reflection on accident 



On the back of a motor bike 

With your arms outstretched trying to take flight 

Leaving everything behind 

But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete 

In the city where we still reside. 

And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men 

Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides 

Like brothers on a hotel bed 

Like brothers on a hotel bed 

Like brothers on a hotel bed 

Like brothers on a hotel bed