The Moon Does Exist – Echo Me, Astronaut – letras

we hope that you’re still doin wellby the sound of your voice i can telltheres no where that you’d rather bethan out on those busy streetsbut carefull those colors will changehow quickly that blue turns to grey(i bet you they won’t let you leave)where strangers speak through their crooked teeth all beggin for changewhile the girls in skirts with their dirty words all shiver and shakewhere boys are ghosts and they sell their clothes for the things that they takewe trace our names onto empty graves and pray for the rain to wash this awayyea wash this awayi cut letters and pictures from booksto remember how we used to lookbut no matter the shape of it, it won’t ever fitnot like the photos they tookwell i can still fit you into a framepretendin that nothing has changedbut just like your brittle bonesi’ve grown thin you knowand i’m sick of waiting for snowya i couldn’t wait for the springto pack up the rest of my thingsno, it took the winter coldand i a wind to blowto show me where i need to goi’m so sick of these songs of hopecould someone sing something i know?one in a dreary key, with a clumsy beatsomeone thats singing for mewhere strangers speak through their crooked teeth all beggin for chanvewhile girls in skirts with their dirty words all shiver and shakewhere boys are ghosts and they sell their clothes for the drugs that they takewe trace our names onto empty graves and pray for the rain to wash this awaycome wash this awaywe hope that you’re still doin wellby the sound of your voice i can tellthere’s no where that you’d rather bethan out on those dirty streetsi bet you they won’t let you leave