Aging Faces / Losing Places - Kevin Drew

Pack the morning up it’s gone away

Everybody here is wide awake

I’m addicted to your aging face

Little deaths and little lives replaced

Seize the back me ups and climb the stairs

Fraction of the man who didnt care…

Idols are the parks designed for weak

You and me and me and you and me

All the former fathers re-appear

Try to find a space close to hear

Place the bruises up inside the clocks

This is hard and then this is not…

Leave me standing with my lady’s death

Housing up the holes like we’re a breath

Guess the night pretends to be asleep

You and me and me and you and me