i turned out backwards 
you turn with me 
inside a basement bedroom 
descent is seldom clean 
we'll climb into attics look down on the streets 
we stayed up through the seasons 
words cannot compete 
and our silence is beautiful 
i hope you agree 
can't think of stopping 
there's no release 
the compass spinning slowly 
it comes back to me 
we'll walk til we're empty 
we'll leave our seats 
the accidents are glowing 
we stopped words to breathe 
and our silence is beautiful 
i hope you agree 
you're standing there saving your air 
i turned out backwards 
you turn with me 
inside a bad construction 
descent is coming clean 
and our silence is beautiful 
i hope you agree 
you're standing there saving your air