Chestnut Street - Xerxes

Here’s to the sour notes, the one’s that didn’t take hold.

A useless attempt to connect, a tuneless love song.

Blinded by faith, fooled by lust, too wild to love,

too jagged to touch, serenading in the dark to no one.

Serenading in the dark

to no one.

Here’s to the longing days, the panic on parade.

The first, the last, the in-between: It’s all just a bad dream.

But then there’s nothing as sweet as the touching of teeth,

the shedding of clean clothes on warm sheets.

Blinded by faith, fooled by lust, too wild to love,

too jagged to touch, serenading in the dark to no one.

Swindled by love, deceived by trust,

too painful to feel, too young to corrupt.

Serenading in the dark to no one, serenading in the dark to no one with only

the sound

to hold.

But then the silence catches But then the silence catches up.