We were just young, sitting on pavements in the sun
In the smoke of the barricaded bathroom
I couldn't speak what we had done
Now I'm feeling old, I couldn't hold you in my mind
Along with thoughts of being well
I'd wish you well but I know better than that
Do you feel it, all the hope of 16
Can you feel it, all the things we could've been
Do you feel it, all the hope of 16
Can you feel it
I'd wish you well but I know better than that
I'm just here to teach and I've taken all my fire
Chest packed with ashes
From which I'd hoped to rise
But I suspect that time is gone
Those ashes dead
Those ashes are dead
Do you feel it, all the hope of 16
Can you feel it, all the things we could've been
Do you feel it, all the hope of 16
Can you feel it
I'd wish you well but I know better than that
Cut up the phrases I fed you
Look at the guts of this conversation
Bring these city lights to bedroom
String them up along my ceiling
Cut up the phrases I fed you
(I'm just here to teach and I've taken all my fire)
Look at the guts of this conversation
(Chest packed with ashes)
Bring these city lights to bedroom
(I'm packed with ashes)
String them up along my ceiling
Fetch my mother
Get my sister
My hands feel different in the dark
There are night beats in my system
There are splinters in my heart
Get my sister
Fetch my mother
My hands feel different in the dark
There are night beats in my system
There are splinters in my heart
Fetch my mother
(Chest packed with ashes)
Get my sister
(I'm packed with ashes)
My hands feel different in the dark
(Chest packed with ashes)
There are night beats in my system
(I'm packed with ashes)
There are splinters in my heart
Get my sister
(Chest packed with ashes)
Fetch my mother
(I'm packed with ashes)
My hands feel different in the dark
(Chest packed with ashes)
There are night beats in my system
(I'm packed with ashes)
There are splinters in my heart