Rilke Lyrics

Fell sleep in the attic, shaking and nervous.
Your roommate in my brother's room, there wasn't much to stop us.
Fell in love with your ivory, sharps and flats and panic attacks.
And I've always hated your city, but now I can't wait to go on back.
And I felt as steady as the rain down on our heads as we walked back to the train.
Sometimes driving through Brooklyn, still thinking about you, and all that I did back then. Fell in to the ground, a casket for every mistake that we made.
With your bin in a regret.
We talked different, but speak the same.
And I felt as steady as the rain down on our heads as we walked back to the train.
Sometimes driving through Brooklyn, still thinking about you, and all that I did back then.

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