The walk there was better than the walk home I feel lucky that there were no streetlights Stowaways walking it off block my sight, And i've been living like, living like this for miles, But i cant find what i want to find We want wallets like steeples that we can climb To see the parachutes abbreviate whats left of the light Heads like mirrors in the rain arent reflecting right And i've been looking for something, looking for something for miles, But i cant find what i want to find Oceans grow older then i cant live under plastic traps that bury the ground As our minds get shorter, the frost gets bolder And we've got, we've got, we've got to keep running We grow older then i cant live under plastic tarps that bury the ground As our minds get shorter, the frost gets bolder, And we've got, we've got, we've got to keep running The walk there was better than the walk home I feel luckly that there were no streetlights The oceans grow old but never lose their sight We keep looking for something in the night But i cant find what i want to find