The sounds of this city
I sit and wait
I’m just in my twenties
I can barely see myself
Coming to a certain age

Dear friend I think of you now
And I hope you don’t stop
And I know you won’t stop
‘Cause I know you can’t stop

The rooms of this house
I stare so still
I’m just in my twenties
I can’t see my future here
I just hope that you stay there
‘Cause we are so young now
And sometimes you are so strange

Dear mom remember what I said
That one day you will see me
Coming into the stage
And this night I’m longing
Specially for that day

I love the flowers tatted on your skin
And the ghost we maintain
On the bones of our youth now
Hundreds of fears based on our shoulders
We can’t let it slip
We can’t let it slip yet
We can’t let it slip
We can’t let it slip yet