Gotta Go

Nico Taus And Brandon Fordham - Substance

..And now another season knocks on the door
Go get a blanket now that sun is no more
Calling back all the good times we had before
As pins scatter the map on the bedroom floor   

The streets are busy screaming
While we’re just busy sleeping
The clock is counting down

When cold air leaves my lungs like a cigarette
And when boots stain like a bad regret
I light the candle for another cold night stay
and I’ll keep sleeping until a warmer sunny day

The streets are busy screaming
While we’re just busy sleeping.
The clock is counting down.

..And now I rifle through the drawer
There’s no key like an open passport
I’ll see you soon
Until the ice melts I won’t miss you.

nicotaus