Young Modern

Underneath the shelf cracks appear in thick enamel In this lapse, excuse for wasting time I wait for signals, shooting stars I'd scrape through every branch Underneath the home I lived in I was a page in someone's book And no one asked me why The pag

Breathing from a hole in my lung I had no one But faces in front of me Racing through the void in my head To find traces of a good luck academy Sparks ignite and trade them for thought About no one And nothing in particular Washed the sickened socket

I took advantage Of a straight believing town That tore the bandage And said, look who's bleeding now Are you listening, or are you faithless like the others? [Chorus] Long days are almost here Faded signs for you I'll been waiting all day I've been