Letra de Paths

Cluttered all my guts on the dying space of your front lawn
And I waited, and I watched the summer end
I never lost my nerve. I figured out, if you were sure you’d signal and show me a sign
In my memory from ’94 you wrote “here’s my number,” But I never called
I don’t want to ruin the moments from that hallway
These barriers and boundaries opened the paths for you and me
I crossed the fingers on my hand that it always rains on your weekend
I hope you’re miserable
It was my crowning age. I was coming to terms
Reverse-living summers in the past felt like my dying days
Kept counting on a cross within our paths
These barriers and boundaries opened the paths for you and me
Cluttered all my guts on the dying space of your front lawn
And I waited, and I watched the summer end