Lyrics

Tearing into you, I didn't get it. You weren't black and blue, you were just molecules; and look at me. I feel a little pathetic compiling your fault lines for me to ride through this summer. Now I want to go back to where the leaves and snow and feet snuffed out these cracks. Leather and rubber, together, our boots rubbing pavement or ice in Kalamazoo.

I wish I knew how karma flows. Are we bound to the present, or will it let me go? Will it follow me back? Will it follow me back? To where the leaves and snow and feet snuffed out these cracks. Leather and rubber, together, our boots rubbing pavement or ice in Kalamazoo; I wish I knew.