[00:29.049]The first whiteness unfolds.[00:34.054]One look out the window and your sold[00:39.804]Muffled sound as we rolled around[00:43.954]and a nearby refuge from the cold[00:48.660]Where your brother had transformed the bed[00:53.162]into a ship that could keep you safe[00:58.515]But the boy beneath the sheets tonight[01:03.265]is hard to recognize[01:07.990]with a head that fills with words that kill[01:12.840]when you run out of things to talk about.[01:16.292][01:50.153]Leaning back on the curb[01:53.163]outside her parents house in the suburbs[01:59.566]Her first love was a hopeful one[02:03.666]and you were starry-eyed till the Earth had turned[02:08.919]But you were the first born son[02:13.069]of a marriage of hit and run[02:18.070]So ever since you've searched for things[02:23.024]you could easily derail[02:27.275]And they did of course[02:29.975]when you shut those doors[02:32.277]Is it strange they never understood at all[02:39.527]No you were so hard to get[02:43.750]And all you see now are their silhouettes[02:48.402]As you keep your pace through the cityscape[02:53.356]and its' picture perfect snow[02:57.807]While the starlit night and city lights[03:02.859]are fighting to let you know[03:07.159]that the innocence yeah it was well spent[03:11.911]but it's time to let it go[03:16.011]'Cause you've got a sharper pen and the best of friends[03:21.611]So what is there to cry about