Carpentry faces in mysterious places I don't know
Subliminal changes and sudden rearrangements in my bones
I'm all in my head about who I could've been
And what's at the end of this road
Like a rat running races, I tie up my laces and go
There's a line in the pavement made out of chalk
That separates us from the dirt
The summer erases the world that we made
And the ways we revolved with the earth
All that I know is the time that you loved me
And the ways we were making things work
The winter effaces the effort we made
And the days that you were wearing my shirt
Hopping the turnstile to make it feel worthwhile to go
Moving in silence is a cruel form of violence to know
I'm all in my head about what we could've been
And what's at the end of the show
But I'm alive in this hour and I see what's above's so below
There's a line in the pavement made out of chalk
That separates us from the dirt
The summer erases the world that we made
And the ways we revolved with the earth
All that I know is the time that you loved me
And the ways we were making things work
The winter effaces the effort we made
And the days that you were wearing my shirt
There's a line in the pavement made out of chalk
That separates us from the dirt
The summer erases the world that we made
And the ways we revolved with the earth
All that I know is the time that you loved me
And the days we were making things work
The winter effaces the effort we made
And the days that you were wearing my shirt
And the days that you were wearing my shirt
And the days that you were wearing my shirt