Exit Aviation - Bloom

I was young in those windows
Young in that house, down the street from you
We would play in the meadow, and sleep with our shirts off
And stay out of tune
I was so whole then, so full of purpose
So new
It grew harder to see them, to smile through the curtains
They asked about you

Were we free
Could he see
All the things I wished to be
Out of touch
I want that rush
I want the times to take me

Our tongues bite themselves
And speaking for myself
We'll miss those days more than anything else
In the neon bloom
I search for you
I'm searching for skies that are stained blue

In the autumn I will find you, friend
We will meet our end with praise
In the yellow light, things aren't right
I will wipe the ash from your face

Think of all we've felt
And all thats left to tell
We will miss these days
More than anything else
In the neon bloom
I search for you
I'm searching for skies that are stained blue

We were young in our windows
And all thats left
Is an empty thought of you

Are we free
Can he see
All the things I wish to be
Out of touch
I want that rush
I want the times to take me

Written by:
Theo Loehr

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