The Oaks On Prince St.

Stand beside me
 Tell me you don't really know
 Smile politely
 through your indifferent glare
 See a sure sign
 A clear night pierced by a cloud
 in the skyline
 Gun smoke suspended in air
 What did I miss
 It seemed like fate was on our side
 from the first kiss
 When we both knew this would last
 Her voice fades away like FM stations in the outskirts
 We're twisting at the dial as white noise to our remains
 Well it's a war cry
 My darlin' don't confuse love
 with a good time
 then we could both walk away
 And even as the story piece by piece is torn asunder
 And even as this house we built so strong burns all around
 It seems that all we do is run away to dream and wonder
 But don't forget the oaks on Prince street never fell to ground...
 Stuff rewinds to
 the moment inside you
 Stop caring like I do
 Don't try to devalue
 the times that still feel true
 The rest you can lie through
 Stuff rewinds to
 (One good house with the broken windows)
 the moment inside you
 (See it chip every time the wind blows)
 Stop caring like I do
 (right behind...)
 Don't try to devalue
 (And all that's left are the smoke and ashes)
 the times that still feel true
 (And you remember how bad the crash is)
 The rest you can lie through
 (Good emotion)
 A cigarette stained with lipstick sits beside an ashtray
 It's the only thing left I have of you to throw away
 If this was really fate then it's not "if" but rather "when"
 And all that I have left to do is save these reminders
 Until I see you then...
 So I implore
 Ignore my hostile demeanor
 You mean more
 than I would care to admit