in the middle of some noisy street icy fingers and inked knees wrapped in clouds and in concrete i missed the rain i lost the keys its what i know its what i feel i fight the battle in between a longing for the picturesque a crushing weight pressed to my chest and its never quite right never quite right never quiet some things are better left unsaid oh silence is so accurate born from fire carved in bones thrown off balance set in stone its what i know its what i feel i fight the battle in between a longing for the picturesque a crushing weight pressed to my chest and its never quite right never quite right never quiet its never quite right im never quite right never in the neon lights our voices paralyzed in the decent wind sequences slide in the neon lights underneath it lies as the time flies by suddenly it feels right