Life In Stillframe

I've spent these days awake remembering

my life in a stillframe some summers ago

a gray blue sky

and better times

not a care in the world

for what I didn't know

I don't think that I'll get over this

don't think that I'll get over this

don't think that I'll get over this

don't think that I'll get over this

I belong

where I would stand

on the corner of South Street and Jefferson Park

and watch time fly

and pass me by

never knowing that all this

would be ripped apart

I don't think that I'll get over this

don't think that I'll get over this

don't think that I'll get over this

don't think that I'll get over this

TAKE ME HOME

WHERE I BELONG

ALL MY DAYS

THEY FELL AWAY