We keep the beat
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Said through the weekend
And dreamed
We're sinking with the melody
Off the cliffs of eternity
Got a postcard from my former self saying "how you been?"
We might've said goodbye just a little soon
Robbing lips and kissing banks
Under this moon
-Fall Out Boy /The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
