Apocalypse kids up on suicide hill
Watching the girls playing video games
And working all winter with the wheatpaste boys
I stood at the toll gate interstate highway
Pondered the wasteland west of the Hudson
Siren spinning for the ones who had too many sodas
Well, the boots never fit me quite right
And they stole my jacket too
And they hung me out to dry for whisperin' change
Songs of a post-night of miracles
Lost in the days of a digital
The out of state plates, you cloud my mind
We are the ones, born endangered species
Five easy pieces keeping time
We are the dream with perfect imperfections
Living in the shadows of your lives
Songs of a post-night of miracles
Lost to the age of a digital
The out of state plates, you cloud my mind
Slip through the cracks like a criminal
Lost in a pocket full of chemicals
7th street to the New York Times
Go nowhere, drift away, drink yourself to sleep
Count on the sleeping stress you keep
We are the basement dreamers
We are the sidewalk searchers
We are the midnight creepers, pros and cons
We are the ones born endangered species
Five days of pieces keepin' time
Songs of a post-night of miracles
Lost to the age of a digital
The out of state plates, they crowd my mind
Slip through the cracks like a criminal
Lost in a pocket full of chemicals
Torn from the pages in my mind
Keep on burnin', keep on burnin'
Burning leaves
Keep on burnin', keep on burnin'
See it burn
Found it better, found it better
I got a lover, la da da da, keep my mind
