Under The False Warmth Of The Stars Testo

The angelic New England sun setsOver the low-income housing district
As I dissect the forever sky
Looking for a peace I left behind
Misery is what you make of it:
All my drunken never-sent love letters
And six miles of backroad to tempt death
With a fast car and bad intentions
And it is all far too bittersweet
For me to do anything but fall to my knees
And laugh at the tragic beauty of it all
We could drive eighty-five all around this town
But we'll never fly or find our way out
And that piece of me will always be yours
Under the false warmth of the stars
You are secret overlooks all the best views around
Stitching symphonies into silent films
And if we can't be then at least promise me
You'll stay gold and always free
The beauty of youth is a rose planted in pavement
Growing up is giving up so spit back in their faces
I wish that I could save you from the cold
Is love is faster then light promise me you'll stay gold
Because I've already lost my way
And I can't get out of this loveless place
Under the false warmth of the stars
I want to hold you in my broken arms