Dancing Days - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Spring

The days lengthen

The block is blossoming

Drifts of pink petals

This world is its own legend

Say the right words and pick up the prescription

Can’t shake the feeling that I lost something precious

My heart’s finally fixed

But I can’t feel the difference

Goodbye to my dancing days

Goodbye to the friends who fell away

Goodbye to my pretty years

And standing in line

In fluorescent light

I’ll stay in tonight

It’s TV time

Jamais vu

I don’t recognize you

Said the wrong words and

You left in the morning

I make some coffee

I sit in the kitchen

The quiet beneath

The bare geometry