A Good Sadness

I can still hear the reflections in the air

Feeding time

Either hemisphere if it's summer there

Seeking you, taking a dive

Streets realigned, ooh-ooh-ooh

Stored in my mind

All I could do not to steal

All the fun in the world

From your little heart

And now I owe it back to you

But it's hard to catch it and let it go

Find excuses to burn right through the grief

And to melt, to melt, to melt

Oh, my poor memories

Down to a trace

'Til you forget that I'm alive

And you feel it's alright

Ooh, I'm sure you'll be fine

Tune it out, and I'm sure you'll be fine

Doing well

Finding an excuse

Shutting down soon (over my eyes)

Lost the recall

No line, disprove, mean time

Desperate, confide (confide), inrush

Disprove, mean time, inrush

No line, desperate, confide

Inrush, disprove, no line

Inrush, no line