Video de Every City, Vacant

When the family woke up next morning, they packed and left our sad house
We laughed for hours until we went silent and we knew what we did
We were happy just for an instant, we felt like we were kids
And in the moment, just for an instant, we fell in love once again
Do you remember the billboards in cities where we used to live?
The empty promise that God wants to save us as long as God can forgive
I wonder if God wrote a book about us, could he actually forgive?
I wonder if we wrote a book about us what we'd actually forget
But really, how I wonder...
How it used to feel in our younger bodies, in our fancy cars, marbled hotel lobbies
On a foreign beach on our wedding day, in satin sheets in our king-sized bed
How I miss your skin, I miss your lips, your pretty hair and your curvy hips
The saddest songs, the burning sun, forget one day and then it's gone
Do you remember the cars in our neighborhood? And the sidewalks in chalk?
All the children and all of their families when they closed down the block?
They'd shoot fireworks into the night sky, we'd toast with champagne
We were real once without any vanities, I want to be there again
But really, I want to be there...
In the Whistler mountains in the powdered snow, in a club in Paris...
Drinking wine with our best friends on the Big Sur cliffs laughing in the wind
Swimming pools in the Hollywood Hills painting moments from your favorite films
Every night and every breathe, the beads of sweat above your breasts
St. Maarten Beach on our wedding day, in the Vatican in our king-sized bed
I want to be there