Form One Line, Left

In the evenings was the rooftop, swisher sweets and sometimes something in particular. say we were young say we both knew better play the saint, its O.K. say that you felt it too Was it not the grooviest thing; our outrageously shameless, fist-shaking dream for two? say we were dumb say our heads were on backwards kick it likewise to the curb say you never let it go Yes, we gazed with eyeless faces off into the new blue, embers ageless in an unborn sea; exhaustedly raging against the hour. say you went numb say it with conviction to an expatriate heart, surrender say everything, say nothing