Ninety-Six Brakelights - Over It

Sleepless nights end back at tuesday morning

They insult every dream i might have had till i get used to all this breathing

Recalling walking distance in the summer sun

Dotted lines to window panes and telephones

So we spent sunrise face down in the sand

And still found our way sweat drenched and weary

Ask me how i thought we played

And whether tomorrow night will be the same

Understand this is my chance to be

«these days have meant the most to me

Understand something my friend,» he said

«these days have meand the most to me.»

With brakelights relationships have gone

But these days still mean the most to me