i listen to you talk about your 
 whistling band, ride your bikes to 
 bad racket, climb the ladder and 
 up on the roof we’re passing pipes 
 like we’re good old friends 
 but i know what i want 
 and i can’t help feeling it 
 slate blue eyes 
 noone ever tries to win me over 
 so thanks, even though it’s just 
 a little taste 
 slate blue skies 
 noone ever tries to stay up 
 later than they want to 
 even though it’s heaven 
 slipping into sleeping states 
 i listen as you try to take my 
 breath away 
 but it’s not what you do 
 it’s what you don’t say 
 if i never look over 
 you could never not stay 
 and when the sun comes up 
 we’ll have someone to blame 
 fight it now if you have to 
 i understand your mistakes 
 pretty soon it’ll all blow over and 
 i’ll go back to where i came from