Magic Fang - Death Is Not Glamorous

These colder nights don’t change a thing, I’m walking

Through leaves that leave their trees, return to soil

Soils that will soon freeze and we talk on the phone

When we’re both alone, practice penmanship

Our names on walls with markers broad and thick

Broad strokes, the lines we draw, from block to block

And across shining seas until they meet again

I won’t forget, we leave our marks

And don’t regret a thing, 'cause we’re growing

And each time we collide we learn and after all

We’ll stay close to what we know we can be

All we can be, across shining seas into the sunrise

Ride our bikes into the sunrise