Lyrics The Buildings, Then the Trees - The Little Hands of Asphalt

I touched ground and let my brain make its demands
Sometimes you know they aren't true
Beneath the neon signs I saw shadows holding hands
Blinked twice, then reviewed

Here on the south side of the park
There are tourist traps and dive bars
We know, we've walked these streets before
Without knowing what we're looking for
In this city that you've claimed as yours
Just to dull our senses to the core

But forgive them and please pretend
That you don't share my growing sentiment
That all of this soon ends
And forgive me if you can still breath
Though there's this itching in your throat
That you can't shake or even try to put at ease

Now there's a tug-o-war
Straining on your vocal chords
And only spite is slipping out
But forgive those foul and bitter nouns
Forgive the verbs you can't pronounce
Forgive the buildings, then the trees

And forgive me
I can still breath
Though there's this itching in my throat
That I can't shake or put at ease
And forgive them
They're still your friends
Send those memories into orbit
Let's watch while they burn as they descend

'Cause by this time last year
Everything will seem younger
And you will be on to me the way I'm onto you
By this time last year
Every beat will feel stronger
And you will make peace
With the buildings,
Then the trees