Curb Lyrics

White vans on the curbside

Where we'd go walking

Don't want to see inside

The magic therein

Belongs only to eyes in garages elite

And they don't want you talking

Black moons seeing all sides

To every problem

They hope to gain insight

But authority does

What authority must

Humor may disagree

Well then that's just your

Tiny fingers making origami

With our perception

You used to hate it 'til they welcomed us

Could I forget the fourth floor

Their glances caught watching our backs

We wear the air like a second skin

If the porch light's on

There's a chance they'll let us

Come back in while we're

Holding hands inside our heads

Until I hear the last sound

Left in the alley, rocket fallen to the Pavement down, down

Breathing you in pulls me

Back from free candy

Through everything you stay

The warmth of your touch

And the home that you are,

I will never forget,

Fight to keep them close

Tiny fingers making origami

With our perception

You used to hate it 'til they welcomed us

But still I hear that sliding door

Their glances caught watching our backs

We wear the air like a second skin

Leave the porch light on, we'll sit out back

They'll just see us seeing them

Holding hands inside our heads

Until I hear the last sound

Left in the alley, rocket fallen to the

Pavement down, down

A secret carried on the breeze

I didn't think to say goodbye

Goodbye