This isn't the way we planned
Wasn't supposed to forget your taste
Like nights spent figuring all
The ways that we came to this place, yeah.
There we were alone on top of your old rooftop in highland park
Ask me now..
Say, "Chris look out across the sky and tell me which way the wind blows."
Core of coal
Core of coal and starches
Core of coal and starches is within me
Core of coal
Core of coal and starches
Core of coal and starches is within me
But even now that you're not here
I climb these mountains of houses every night
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