كلمات Bright Lost Things

Driving your car down Madison Avenue Yellow streetlight, trashcans green and blue Just off Broadway, a siren starts singing songs You're trying hard to keep it tight But the memory of a past life keeps on pushing through And now when you sleep You dream of bright little lost things you left behind you You don't want 'em back You just like the feeling that you get when you remember Falling in and out of love, late nights in the summer Baseballs in gloves and grass stains on your knees Kissing in the rain in a Galaxie 500 Sneaking up the stairs while your parents are asleep Then bodies in beds with names you can't remember The streets at 2AM after closing down the bar The way the day breaks from a rooftop in Brooklyn Is the way the heart aches to know and to be known I wanna stay here for a while I wanna stay here for a while Ooh Ooh