Nice to see you, how you doing? Did you know you're really something? You make me feel things I don't believe in It's all up in my heart And all up in my spine, those chills I suppose someday these roads will reach the sea It's safe to say they're tailor-made for replaying scenes But I'm too pensive to decide what's real All 'cause you left me with a heart chock-full of chills In the morning sun, you and I are one Fingers through my hair, feel them everywhere Don't know what to think, am I still dreaming? You're so perfect, baby, were you made for me? Nice to see you, how you doing? Did you know you're really something? You make me feel things I don't believe in It's all up in my heart And all up in my spine, those chills Hope it works out in the long run I think about you and then the month's gone I raise the issue in tangential love songs It's all up in my heart And all up in my spine, those chills Those chills, ah, those chills Hold me, baby Oh, you saved me

Thinking back to phase one With woolen mallets and the bass drums Early hours in the drive-through Playing early DIIV and Nite Jewel We found ourself in stage three Observing murals dotting Lake Street With every story comes a stalemate When you've been living in a failed state The night gets cold but there's smoke in the clouds I'm having trouble sleeping and it's stressing me out The words may fall short of something profound But every time I'm with you I'm just glad you're around How's this sound? Laid out in programmatic sets of three We keep the time and music sets the scene What's after the dream? My point of reference is the northern sky Sometimes the synthesizer makes me cry We'll dance for a while (Two, three, four) I guess you caught me in a dark mood Which is to say I'm missing part two I'm always hoping life will start soon No one else can make my heart swoon, like you do The night gets cold but there's smoke in the clouds I'm having trouble sleeping and it's stressing me out The words may fall short of something profound But every time I'm with you I'm just glad you're around When the night got cold, there was smoke in the clouds Then you came and found me when the world let me down The words may fall short of something profound But every time I'm with you I'm just glad you're around How's this sound?

When August comes I don't count the days Transitory views From the subway train How strange When life unfolds this way In the driftless zone Sky's are prone to stay off-gray Clouds are omens too Fading at the rate Most pleasant memories do This is a lost taste

Next to Hudson Yards, it's crowded on the weekdays From April to May Parse apart a troubled heart from an e-train And sing about it in L.A. With clouds in the rearview You start humming along to the first verse Of your favorite song that you quote each day With the words all wrong So call me when the world looks bleak I love you, but it's hard to believe With every day we'll start to see The rest is metamodernity With agrestic charm, it's humid in the Midwest From June to July All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires Which mantle the horizon line From the outset It's been hard to tell Why we feel this down When it all bodes well So call me when the world looks bleak I love you, but it's hard to believe With every day we'll start to see The rest is metamodernity

There is a street lamp Twenty feet outside From where I sit in bed Waiting out the night Left your keys on the table It's clear we've no need to drive It's you and I floating through space Fates intertwined And as the snow fell While the cars passed by The window was obscured Frost blocked the light I've not changed I've merely stayed the same I've been dreaming so it seems less strange I'm unsure if I will ever be Sure of who I am before I leave Maybe check back in awhile with me I'm just trying to feel ok