Vines

I see meaning where you don't, where you don't
I see waves of pastel orange and yellow paintings fire
I see futures that you won't, that you won't
I see futures where our nights are lost to condensation

Night time in the basement, screaming about our feelings
Running through the cold air, searching for a meaning
Passed out on the concrete, dizzy from the spinning
Wake up to the feeling that everybody's leaving

I'm sick of your come downs, sick of your truth, sick of your way
I'm sick of your tragedy that's living in our stasis
I'm sick of your echoes, sick of these ghosts that haunt our place
I get the feeling that I'll never leave this house again

Night time in the basement, screaming about our feelings
Running through the cold air, searching for a meaning
Passed out on the concrete, dizzy from the spinning
Wake up to the feeling that everybody's leaving

Everybody's leaving
Everybody's leaving

Failed by design, slow your pace down to mine
Watch my back, heave a sigh
Keep it safe, make it right

Failed by design, slow your pace down to mine
Watch my back, heave a sigh
Keep it safe, make it right

Night time in the basement, screaming about our feelings
Running through the cold air, searching for a meaning
Passed out on the concrete, dizzy from the spinning
Wake up to the feeling that everyone is leaving