Angel Youth - Vansire

Oh, a warm hello

Would be apropos

We haven’t spoke in several weeks

But solitude tends to be the mood

So you probably won’t hear from me

And there was once relief in the changing trees

The contrails that cut the sky

But pre-arranged circumstances change

And I’d be lying if I said I’m fine

Catch her in the switchbacks in the line

Switching back to Central Standard Time

Each day slightly more resigned

Trying to make some sense of life

So if we take off

You could quit your day job

We’d call ourselves the Angel Youth

You’ll find us traveling and making tunes

But then I think of

All the people we’ve loved

How they’ll be growing older soon

How it’s true for me and you

So I convalesced in the middle west

And fell for Ohio’s roads

I’m standing still by the windowsill

Where I once watched the world explode

So when it’s looking dark in your narrative arc

I’m here and you can talk with me

A hackneyed fool under fascist rule

Wasting days singing about his dreams

All of which has lead me to believe

Earth’s a set and life’s the movie screen

And every dream that you have in-between

They’ll fade with every frame you see

Oh, is it self-hate?

I wish I was in L. A

Far from all the roads we knew

Unworried where we’re going through

So if we take off

You could quit your day job

We’d call upon the Angel Youth

We’re coming to a town near you

Lonely and outraged

Guess for now that I’ll wait

For generation Angel Youth

To point me towards a higher truth

It’s on the off-chance

We never come to cross hands

'Cause it’s too late to not pretend

And I’d for all of this to end

Just glad that I could be your friend