Everyone knows I love Brand New (see past writing). This song gets me.
You seep in the windows and vents.
I lay in the grass and I lose your scent.
Well if God gave me grace, then why aren’t I graceful?
My joints are froze, cold, old and idle.
If it’s by air
then I don’t want to know
If we all don’t take cover
then were all gonna fall back in love again