Alive In Wild Paint Forecasting
Fall keeps to the city like shame down on your Sunday
How quickly you forget that it exists
Takes reminders that your best is
Always intercepted by the skeptics
To keep you where you are
Where you are
Know where you are
In the loft above the station
Where the window wastes your patience
Away from all the faction
Losing faith in the connection
You keep to his body like rain down on your Sunday
How quickly he forgets that you exist
And he never comes alive quite the way you'd like
Oh, it keeps you where you are
Where you are
Know where you are
In the loft above the station
Where the window wastes your patience
Away from all the faction
Losing face in the connection
And no one asks you down
And no one takes you out
Just wastes all of your patience
In the loft above the station
Oh, come down for me
Oh, come down for me
