There’s a movie scene on Conner's face
I can see you throwing plastic plates
Watch a picture show of every place
It’ll make you sick yeah shame’s a wicked game

Driving off the lot to someone’s truth
Do you feel forgotten or was there no use
Remember dancing on the train at night
It goes too fast but I know we tried

One hand creates
One hand destroys
When the light comes
I’ll turn towards it
I’ll turn towards it