i turned out backwards you turn with me inside a basement bedroom descent is seldom clean we ll climb into attics look down on the streets we stayed up through the seasons words cannot compete and our silence is beautiful i hope you agree can t think of stopping there s no release the compass spinning slowly it comes back to me we ll walk til we re empty we ll leave our seats the accidents are glowing we stopped words to breathe and our silence is beautiful i hope you agree you re standing there saving your air i turned out backwards you turn with me inside a bad construction descent is coming clean and our silence is beautiful i hope you agree you re standing there saving your air
['philly indie']