[00:29.580]between the stacks in the library
[00:32.680]not like anyone stopped to see
[00:36.060]we came they went, our bodies spent
[00:39.370]among the dust and the microfiche
[00:42.240]dark winters wear you down
[00:45.040]up again to see the dawn
[00:48.110]in your worn sweatshirt
[00:49.750]and your mothers old skirt
[00:51.220]its enough to turn my studies down
[00:54.520]now that you feel, you say its not real
[01:04.540]now that you feel, you say its not real
[01:21.550]i never thought i would come of age
[01:26.560]let alone on a moldy page
[01:29.240]you put your back to the spines
[01:30.840]and you said it was fine if there's nothing really left to say
[01:35.360]you're taking toffee with your vicoding
[01:38.310]something sweet to forget about him
[01:41.570]if you go your own way i will go my own way
[01:44.220]and well never speak of it again
[01:47.630]now that you feel, you say its not real
[01:58.530]now that you feel, you say its not real