Beautiful Things 歌词

Typewriter, tell me what year it was Typing to the rhythm of a century on the cusp We were out there smoking on the sidewalks We were lovers drinking to another song on the jukebox Don't kill all the beautiful things I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days I was so lost, and I was so young Cinematic, I was cynical on the city bus Literary wrote lyrics like I thought I was We were sleeping racing for the future Bicycle tires spinning revolution Don't kill all the beautiful things I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days I was so lost, and I was so young The city was sweating in the summer heat I wrote melodies of regret to a deaf and empty street I was so lonely it started to rain The lightning and thunder were singing my name I thought those songs could save me I thought those songs could save me Don't kill all the beautiful things I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days I was so lost, and I was so young We were so lost, and we were so young Don't kill all the beautiful things