Until the Green Porchlight - Banshee Tile

I never ask you where you go After I leave you in the morning We go our different ways to separate situations It's not that easy anymore Today I do what must be done I give my time to total strangers But now it feels as though the day goes on forever More than it ever did before Until the night, until the night I just might make it Until the night, until the night When I see you again Now you're afraid that we have changed And I'm afraid we're getting older So many broken hearts, so many lonely faces So many lovers come and gone I'll have my fears like every man You'll have your tears like every woman Today we'll be unsure, is this what we believe in And wonder how can we go on Until the night, until the night I just might make it Until the night, until the night When I see you again When the sun goes down And the day is over When the last of the light has gone As they pour into the street I will be getting closer As the cars turn their headlights on While they're closing it down We're gonna open it up And while they're going to sleep We'll just be starting to touch I'm just beginning to feel I'm just beginning to give I'm just beginning to feel I'm just beginning to live Before I leave you again Before the light of the dawn Before this evening can end I have been waiting so long

300 Miles was just far enough to never live up to what won't fix itself. Its not enough, no its never enough to give and to take. To sit and to wait. When it all just feels the same. Has it started to feel like home? So afraid of calling it so. Seldom doses of security and minor growth. Has it started to feel lonesome? So afraid of admitting it as so. All bottled up, and disguised so no one could ever know. I'd blame myself for always wanting more, but first impressions are nothing behind closed doors. Whats more to expect from your face to the floorboard, than the color of the tile floor. The only thing that you deserve is a mirror with a hand to hold. A perfect reflection of your perception of God and love. If time is all it takes I'd rip the hands from every clock just to never feel a thing. Perfect paintings still fall down, Some things just don't work out. Perfect paintings still fall down and some things just fall apart. If time is all it takes I'd rip the hands from every clock to never feel a thing. Prides a crutch. Grief's not enough. Give up the ghost; or just grow up. Miles away; Empty apartment and beds. My wasted effort on things just not meant to mend. The perfect color of the tile floor. We'd always assume the worst. The perfect color of the tile floor. The perfect shade of black and gray. The perfect picture of you and him.