Night crawls on old San Juan

No person is missing, no one knows I'm gone

I'm full of fire, never been better, never been higher

Both butcher and the baker shake like earthquake

Never felt faker I'm gonna watch the smoke slip into the sky



We are the remnant of the latchkey kids

Assumed to pick up rules but we never ever did

We were running out of mind just to help us unwind

We would run into the field to find the things that were real



Digging tunnels through the sand

Hold the earth within our hand

Spend the night inside a dream

Moving earth and changing things



We would run out to the field to hide the things that were real