Testo Portrait

It is hard to forget how it went that night
Silhouettes burning out
Broken like glass from the second floor
Washed by a rush when the flooding came down, down, down

We were cut from the vine of our parents' hands
Ran from the noise to the minivan
Lost down a path, got turned around Since Jill moved to Ada, Amy burned out, out, out

Your eyes are talking
And they don't seem fine to me
May as well be walking
Away with your eyes turned from me
Away with your eyes turned from me

Bringing all I knew to what I don't know
Two yеars later and you still have a hold
Hold my breath to thе top of the hill
See the world move while I'm standing still-hill-hill

Your eyes are talking
And they don't seem fine to me May as well be walking
Away with your eyes turned from me
Away with your eyes turned from me
Hmm
Hmm