Nite
It's the last few days of summer looming
we're outside, and booze lightens the heavy mood,
and the night is perfect in a wild way
almost terrifyingly beautiful
So we walk around until our feet hurt,
and we promise that we're never growing old,
the wind, a lovers caress, on my skin;
so gentle, it's almost frightening
Only the weight of silence
keeps us pinned to the ground,
in the quiet of sirens
we're lost yet we're found
we're lost yet we're found