Текст песни brownstone (for c. dohr) - tommy oeffling

Spoke with your father for a little while
Ceiling tiles stained from a waning smile
To your brownstone's light, I climb three flights
So sick and tired of defending me
Sending me amphetamines for energy
Under neon signs, I try to make things right
Drove down Dayfire Avenue
Catholic school pulling on your aptitude
And recollect the times
Of strangers sharing lights
On the sectional at night
Alone with you inside
Make you dilate your eyes
Blowing up in tie-dye
When we're fighting for our rights
Like a funeral's flight
Like a litterbug's laugh
In a social status climb
Get the past to try to last