"I think I might go for a walk alone
Nothing is happening here, nothing ever does
But all of us, all of us
We were eachother's home
Lets drive far, far away
until we find something to set our tired eyes on
live everyday like we did in your front lawn
walk to the river and wash our bodies from the night
listen for the words we said, so we’d have some thing else that we could write
I think I might go for a walk with you
Nothing is happening here, nothing ever does
But all of us, all of us
We really made something of a house with 3 rooms
The table burnt with ashes, and the bottle full of waste
Sat there way too many nights
And invited ourselves over to stay
We are all looking for something that we can not explain
But sitting there together,
There's no room to complain.
We'll sing the same sad songs, and play the same games
and later when we talk about it,
I hope it's all the same
Lets go for a walk, in this city where we’ve grown
Nothing is happening here, nothing ever does
But all of us, all of us
We were eachother's home"
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