Letra de Misprint

Nostalgia by a fake name
The time it takes to put these things away
Tell me what's been digging at you
This city's so quiet some nights
Weaving between these sleeping signs
Front page snug in its corner home
Newsprint photo of a faded face I thought I'd known
This city's so quiet some nights
There's this low hum on our closed-circuit timeline
There's this low hum of the things we left behind
There's this low hum on our closed-circuit timeline
There's this low hum of the things we left behind