Streetlights
When the streetlights come on
The pooling night is leveed aside
And pressed in twilight 'gainst our two rooms
I'll see you tonight
The pavement is aching, cicadas are crying
The wine-colored air breathing thoughts through your hair
Breezing to me, leading me there
I come alive as the shadows parade
My hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves
Curbside confessions, no longer afraid of what you'll say
And I find you, twilit beyond all the cars
In driveways they sleep but streetlights will keep watch over me
They flicker like stars
And now the secrets carefully kept inside, run the streets red
Our chemicals spread, washing us through, making you mine
I come alive as the shadows parade
My hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves
Curbside confessions, no longer afraid of what you'll say
Now there are no words, only the glow in our wires
And so we will be, you turn slow to me
Our lips set the sun (I'll never leave you)
The hills are on fire, oh
I come alive as the shadows parade
My hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves
Curbside confessions, no longer afraid of what you'll say
Of what you'll say
The pooling night is leveed aside
And pressed in twilight 'gainst our two rooms
I'll see you tonight
The pavement is aching, cicadas are crying
The wine-colored air breathing thoughts through your hair
Breezing to me, leading me there
I come alive as the shadows parade
My hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves
Curbside confessions, no longer afraid of what you'll say
And I find you, twilit beyond all the cars
In driveways they sleep but streetlights will keep watch over me
They flicker like stars
And now the secrets carefully kept inside, run the streets red
Our chemicals spread, washing us through, making you mine
I come alive as the shadows parade
My hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves
Curbside confessions, no longer afraid of what you'll say
Now there are no words, only the glow in our wires
And so we will be, you turn slow to me
Our lips set the sun (I'll never leave you)
The hills are on fire, oh
I come alive as the shadows parade
My hot summer blood comes in floods and in waves
Curbside confessions, no longer afraid of what you'll say
Of what you'll say
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Volpe, Timothy Ferrell, Timothy Convy, Matthew Palermo, Marshall Fanciullo
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