Street nights Cool nights A couple of clueless kids Smoking cigarettes Talking out loud Could you comprehend what they must be thinking? Explanations burned into frustration Songs of broadbred(?) Hanging off the lips Silence enters The conversation slips It seems what they want Is closer than we imagine One leans in and asked the other Would it be alright if I told you something in spite? I will listen to you on one condition I will call your bluff without suspicion About the way you feel tonight Cylce (?) False hopes Pitfalls and close calls Steam rising off the surface I can't explain the nervousness That we send to analyze to death She seems so nice Seems being a key word I explain myself In the most useless way I dive in too fast Scaring off the web In an ocean where the motion crushes the surf And pulls be back to you Scenery changing A certain look of disguise Off the rounded helm of the pretty brown eyes Sucking his mouth dry You used to lose in Everyone in this life All the reckless In her visions I sat inside Slow my breathing and fright About the way I feel tonight