I USED TO 
SIT AND WA
TCHTHE BUI
LDINGS DOW
NTOWNTURN 
OUT THEIR 
LIGHTSNIGH
TS WHEN YO
U WEREN'T 
AROUNDFROM 
MY WINDOW 
ACROSS THE 
BAYTHOSE R
AINY NIGHT
SWHEN I WO
ULD BE WOR
KING LATES
WEEPING TH
E FLOORSAN
D COUNTING 
THE CHANGE
THEN I'D W
ONDER HOME
TO FIND YO
U DRUNK AN
D ALONEAND 
WE'D SIT A
ND WE'D TA
LK ABOUT H
OMEAND OUR 
EYES AREN'
T MEETINGT
HIS FEELIN
G IS TURNI
NG BLUEWE 
USED TO BE 
FRIENDSNOW 
I DON'T SE
E YOU ANYM
OREMY LIGH
T HAS GONE 
OUTLOST TH
E KEYS TO 
THAT DOORB
UT FAR AWA
Y I KNOW T
HOSE HIGH 
RISES SHIN
ECASTING L
IGHT ON TH
AT OLD ROO
M OF MINEA
ND OUR EYE
S AREN'T M
EETINGTHIS 
FEELING IS 
TURNING BL
UE