Apartment 413 - The Rocket Summer

Apartment 413

Last day of January

Snowing, but hard to see

Just tiny ice, I think

Kettle’s not whistling

But the sound of it rings

Reaching out

Reaching out

Unlock the door to the room you’re in, Lord

Feel your bass through the wall

Got my face on the floor

Reaching out

Apartment 413

Just trying to get some sleep

Hoping to not believe

The thoughts that you don’t want me

I’m chained to my brain

Fires, no fire escape

I’m reaching out

Reaching out

Unlock the door to the room you’re in, Lord

Feel your bass through the wall

Got my face on the floor

Reaching out

Perhaps there’s silence in protection

Silence in a test

Silence in the growing

I suppose silence is for the best

I guess

Reaching out

Reaching out

Unlock the door to the room you’re in, Lord

Feel your bass through the wall

Got my face on the floor

Reaching out