Testi:
Hanks The

Biding my time, letting tensions climb, till every word strains to sound right. Hoping for more than a life of keeping score and having to be right.

Art deco crumbles and fades in Fairview, where we?re setting our stage. Helicopters blink like stars up above, and when we talk it?s like we?re almost

Dim echoes of life, lived in five-hour segments. We paint out our eyes with pictures so meaningless. Pretend it?s all worth every drop of consequence

I?m leaving for Phoenix, Arizona as a yellow sun collapses to the ground You blink as dust collects on your eyelashes, and all the words you?re searching

The lunchtime crowd is clearing out when, with feigned casualness, you say, ?It?s a shame we?re out of time, ?cause I had something on my mind.? I thought

So I'm making you this tape Full of songs I thought that maybe you would like And I know that it's not much But it's all that I can think to do to make

Now the truth is out and there's nothing that I can do Except become content with stealing glances here at you I'll learn to subside on photographs and

Awkward shards of conversation reveal a washed-out obligation. Detached from duty and grace, I look in your eyes and see a need to save face. And I

Wait, wait so long for the pages to align that I?ll wait, wait so long, it?ll never be in time. Oh the odd, odd, odds aren?t looking too good for me.