Books from Boxes

Books From Boxes - (Tribute to Maximo Park) - Pat Bringer

Nightfalls

And towns become circuit boards

We can beat the sun

As long as we keep moving

From the air

Stadium lights stand out like flares

All I know is that

You're sat here right next to me

We rarely see

Warning signs in the air we breathe

Right now I feel each and every fragment

This paper trail leads right back to you

You say you need me to step outside

You spent the evening

Unpacking books from boxes

You passed me up so

As not to break a promise

Scattered Polaroids and

Sprinkled words around your collar

In the long run you said

You knew that this would happen

This is something new

But it turns out it was borrowed too

"Why does every letdown have to be so thin "

Rain explodes

At the moment that the cab door closed

I feel the weight upon your kiss; ambigous

You have to leave I appreciate that

But I hate when conversation

Slips out of our grasp

You spent the evening

Unpacking books from boxes

You passed me up so

As not to break a promise

Scattered Polaroids and

Sprinkled words around your collar

In the long run you said

You knew that this would happen

Two bodies in motion

This is a matter of fact

It wasn't built to last

Two bodies in motion

This is a matter of fact

It wasn't built to last

You spent the evening

Unpacking books from boxes

You passed me up so

As not to break a promise

Scattered Polaroids and

Sprinkled words around your collar

In the long run you said

You knew that this would happen

The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall

And we decided just to write after all (after all)

The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall

And we decided just to write after all