Late night talks
We pass the blunt on the roof
Spring equinox
But there's just no longer streets

Is this how it's always been?
Is there anything we're sure of?

Float on down
And bring our bodies in wait
Don't leave yet
'Cause I don't recognize him

Is this how it's always been?
Is there anything we're sure of?
Can you show me who I am?
Show me what we're made of?

I can't
I can't seem to let it go
I can't seem to let it go
Seem to let it go