Living North - Cymbals Eat Guitars

I met the first guy

Who said «I'll always remember this night, Jane»

When I brought cigarettes home on a whim

It was really him

And all of us other guys

Who’ve said it since then

Well we’ve been trying to mean it as sincerely as he did

There is a metal divide

Between myself and this lake in New Jersey

Silver seaweed hands reach up and grab

A woman walking dog pulled in

Never heard from again

Focus on shining tension

We’re striders on the surface

Of striders on the surface

I found a dog’s leash on the shores of the Pacific

It means nothing to me