5.09.05

What little we get out of it
New distant memories, up against the sky
They say you'll lead me out of here
I can't believe a girl that sounds so sincere

I'd love to think, that we'll be standing here next year
But now it doesn't look that way at all

Some choose to walk in scenery
Synthetic backgrounds, painted just for them
Girl, you and I we solved the mystery
And now we here again