Sunny skies and sky-scrapers phony smiles couldn't shake her and its hard to know just where i stand when we can't match a frequency of emotion and in consequence i can't turn my anger into silence and i thought this summer would stretch a narrow road into the thinnest line but i learned that i never missed you more and to always call with what i find burn red intense not anger even though my heart was never clearer squeeze the muscles tight to tighten down these eyes but is it wishing hard or am i just passing these nights by waiting for the sunrise this is a six month song 'cause lovers like boxers are wrong and blur the lines but i always see in black and white and moving forward in quiet nights means nothing in this mistaken life so now i promise 'cause i've been digging at a stone with a plastic spoon and i'll remember from now on.