Testo di Stitches to Show Something's Missing

Turn up the street empty homes in blank country lost sentences to raise the dead, then back to rest and I'm waiting for the pages turn stolen away between the words and I suppose the roads we chose will break apart when we make it home overgrown quietly and every step you take as every mistake will lead you here, they lead you here Delancey street trembles beneath every step you take, every step you take