Sun's going down let's get togetheron the bridge
We'll meet up tonight black pants red sweat shirt and brown bags above the
East River's northern lightsyou see what
I seeI thought it make believewatched the sun riseon
My street old cement makes fora solid place to laybed
Of light greymy bed of light grey while
I know it's letter sthat can spell
I hear now it's words that can say
I decided to start writing lessand
I'm talking more everyday sixteen of our friend sa five seat bright
Red vancurbside viewturn off of grand pound my steering wheel
We yell to the windshield
I'm finally home
I'm finally home no time for cameras
We'll use our eyes instead no time for cameraswe
I'll be gone when we're deadno time for cameras
We'll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of goldevery single car alarm we hear
We'll steal and throw through their window
My water comes straight from the tapand those bottles are all just for show
I see that we're made of more then blood and bonessee we're made of
Sticks and stones
Don't forget to breatheneed locks for your keys
Don't forget to breathe nowforget to breathe nowno time for cameras
We'll use our eyes instead no time for cameras
We'll be gone when we're dead no time for cameras
We'll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold