I cut corners on the carpets now.
I danced quarters on the windowsill.
The summer left me to a different fate.
This drastic urge will take some time to find its weight.
 [bad word] head on into traffic in the afternoon.
I log the longest miles alone at night inside my room.
Where all directions lead right back to me;
all my ambitions swim like driftwood through
my dark sea of sleep.
And it'll take some time but the dawn [bad word] 
yeah the tide will rise.
Her eyes swelled up in the bars of soft lights. I drank and
watched her laugh and then we sang out loud in the dying
streets. And I was so [bad word] my heart floated
like a feather in the breeze.
I got so high off all the blinking lights,
the colors painted in the night.
Midsummer Classic blue and gold-
Our City casts it's shadow.
The kettle boil heads for a roll.
Sundowning's never getting old.
And underneath this crooked moon
I can smell the night begin to bloom,
the northern wind will change again
and my geography will bend back and forth
across the map until I reach the end.
And it'll take some time.
But the dawn [bad word] 
yeah the tide will rise.