My Boy - The Bright Light Social Hour

My boy

I’m trying not to hide

From waves of understanding

That it’s true

That it’s real

That if I pick up the phone

I can’t reach you anymore

If I walk into your room

I can’t look into your eyes

Slide under the covers

And hold you tight

And the image

The last image

Well I have the power to shape it

Cause it comes to mind

A hundred times day

If I pick up the phone

I can’t reach you anymore

If I walk into your room

I can’t look into your eyes

Slide under the covers

And hold you tight

My boy

You said don’t give a fuck

What anybody’s thinking

Just be true

Just be real

But I’d die to know what you would say

If you were here with us today

I’d kill to know if we’re more dead than you

Wrap the night around me like the truth

I know cold metal in your mouth

Was the touch of peace sublime

And you’ll always be an echo

On the other side of time

But if I pick up the phone

I can’t reach you anymore

If I walk into your room

I can’t look into your eyes

Slide under the covers

And hold you tight