Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Forty leaves on a smallest square

sweeping clouds on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

on the phone in the afternoon

will you put a name on my voice

I'm the boy with the apple tree

I'll stay far but I'll be there soon

 

I'm on the wrong schedule

passing calls through the night

I'm on my way to a fight

but what it's like to face the wall

I'm climbing up the street

I'm close to nothing at all

I'm on my own schedule

and those times are off the wall

 

Forty times in the same old wave

pasting moons on a broken screen

He's the boy with the left wing

He's the one meant to be saved

forty leaves on the three first steps

sweeping hopes on an evening's end

he's the boy with right hand

he's the one with the left arm

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

Chalalala ouh whisper is stolen

On my way to Silverlake I'm driving in my car,
What decision should I make before I go too far

Should I run
Or move forward
Will you run
Or take my hand in yours

You leave me depth and blind you know
You play me like a child
You broke into my house and even stole my guitar

I better run

Now I'm standing at your door
I'm feeling ready to cry
Just to know that I want more
Makes me shivering inside

Should I run
Or move forward
Will you run
Or take my hand in yours

You leave me depth and blind you know
You play me like a child
You broke into my house and even stole my guitar

I better run
Will you run
Or take my hand in yours