Tekstovi: Idlewild. City Hall.

I'll meet you outside the city halls
I'll be standing on the steps of the hall
I'll be waving till I find you

You said "be there or be square, and meet me outside the hall"
And how could I refuse
Such an eloquent misuse of a phrase that I never would

In the back of your mind you're leaving alone
But after you leave, you'll be breathing alone


What could I circle

Still, by the side of the city halls
Five minutes is a month in the past
When no one's waiting to find you

People stop and stare at me outside the hall
In other lives we don't succeed
But the rain in Albion street
Fills a silence that no words could

In the back of your mind you're leaving alone
After you leave, you'll be breathing alone

What could I circle