The moon is high and bright as that first night we sprinted across these hills,
But now I'm alone, sitting on rotting wood.
A patch of ugly trees watches this silent passion with emotionless eyes.
That night, we laid in the grass
The insects covered our legs.
The silence, not awkward,
But filled with something we could not express,
Hard as we tried.
Drag this ride out as long as we can,
Make every second count,
Holding you on the asphalt.
credits
from 2011 EP,
released February 8, 2011
Produced by Adam Laub of Lillian Records
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