I can't get over how our words are similar
and I can't make use of all the sense you're making now
I'd like to leave this town without catastrophe
Where the shaking of our hands will hear it's hereditary
it's an old cold street
where old folks teeth shine in the headlamps
I can't get underneath the stars tonight
'cause the streetlamps over there are far to bright
I'd like to build a house where we could stay
where the drunken winter shivers words from far away
it's an old cold street
where old folks meet out in the moonlight
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