When We're Alone - Atta Boy

Its Impossible

I’ve gone days and not a word

It’s unreal, the black I draw from what’s preferred

It’s Incredible

What it is you seem to lack

Its untrue that I just grow up and face the facts

When the storms are coming this way

That’s the time we got now

When the grounds begins to shift

We’ll wait for them to get loud

It’s Unusual

Why we take it all for granted

Its a mystery

Why we take back the words we planted

In the streets

Silence rattles up my bones

Ooooo-oooo

Oooo-oooo

Ooo-ooooooo

They say its solitude

That makes you stronger when you’re spent

But, I’m just a post-board

Fathoming what I represent

In the streets

Silence rattles up my bones

And it’s that trial

That keeps us up when we’re alone