I'm 26
Just the ******* children of economic hitmen
Will we have the strength not to give in
Now that we are apart
My blood
My oldest friend
Brother I've missed those songs for too long Again
Ill watch you walk
I'm 31
I don't know you now
Your disposition is stagnant
you don't inspire me
You chose the road
I stayed in one town to reevaluate my perspective and create new seasons inside of me
Another year gone
We hardly talk
My suitcase packed
Ill be in Zurich soon
But first ill look to you in the bay
No matter what you say
You are the other half of the moon
Meet me in the city.
Ethiopian food on Haight.
Amoeba records
Your finger tips feathered from the cold.
Hurry up.
We are getting old.