The Moon Does Exist - Lyrics - Echo Me, Astronaut

We hope that you're still doin well By the sound of your voice i can tell Theres no where that you'd rather be Than out on those busy streets But carefull those colors will change How quickly that blue turns to grey (i bet you they won't let you leave) Where strangers speak through their crooked teeth all beggin for change While the girls in skirts with their dirty words all shiver and shake Where boys are ghosts and they sell their clothes for the things that they take We trace our names onto empty graves and pray for the rain to wash this away Yea wash this away I cut letters and pictures from books To remember how we used to look But no matter the shape of it, it won't ever fit Not like the photos they took Well i can still fit you into a frame Pretendin that nothing has changed But just like your brittle bones I've grown thin you know And i'm sick of waiting for snow Ya i couldn't wait for the spring To pack up the rest of my things No, it took the winter cold And i a wind to blow To show me where i need to go I'm so sick of these songs of hope Could someone sing something i know? One in a dreary key, with a clumsy beat Someone thats singing for me Where strangers speak through their crooked teeth all beggin for chanve While girls in skirts with their dirty words all shiver and shake Where boys are ghosts and they sell their clothes for the drugs that they take We trace our names onto empty graves and pray for the rain to wash this away Come wash this away We hope that you're still doin well By the sound of your voice i can tell There's no where that you'd rather be Than out on those dirty streets I bet you they won't let you leave