Five Hundred Days

five-hundred days

and a million ways

I lived through them all

feel it in my bones

and in my broken songs

nothing lasts anymore

I forgot the feelings remember all the ideas

in the trees, in the house, out doors, in the neon skies

I saw your old gun, on the lawn, where we used to watch the sun come down

was forty degrees

and when I turned thirty

years old

I started to run

just to feel the heat

of the sun

and escape every sound

I forgot the feelings remember all the ideas

in the trees, in the house, out doors, in the neon skies

I saw your old gun, on the lawn, where we used to watch the sun come down

 

I think the place was haunted

‘cause any normal sound

was terrifying

in the trees, in the house, out doors, in the neon skies

I saw your old gun, on the lawn, where we used to watch the sun come down