Текст песни Bright Lost Things - Noah Gundersen

Driving your car down Madison Avenue
Yellow streetlight, trashcans green and blue
Just off Broadway, a siren starts singing songs
You're trying hard to keep it tight
But the memory of a past life keeps on pushing through
And now when you sleep, you dream
Of bright little lost things you left behind you
You don't want 'em back
You just like the feeling that you get when you remember

Falling in and out of love, late nights in the summer
Baseballs in gloves and grass stains on your knees
Kissing in the rain in a Galaxie 500
Sneaking up the stairs while your parents are asleep
Then, bodies in beds with names you can't remember
The streets at 2 a.m. after closing down the bar
The way the day breaks from a rooftop in Brooklyn
Is the way the heart aches to know and to be known

I wanna stay here for a while
I wanna stay here for a while
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh