• Descend into the melancholy of what once were great dreams
    Now awkwardly silenced by reality, and we find that
    Everything’s the same
    Yet nothing’s what it seems to be

    Smile and hold your breath as we approach the tunnel
    Naive memories; hand in hand, it’s easy to fly
    Just throw yourself at the ground
    And miss

    Dive; the deep end pulls us in through chlorine air
    Interlocking hands and metal underwater
    You’d be the “Best” to my “Friend” till the end
    The charm bracelets don’t lie
    The charm bracelets don’t lie

    Golden wings throw light on frightened eyes
    Like the glow of your skin drenched in the Sun’s goodbyes
    The burning pain has numbed; the choice is clear
    There isn’t one
    Phone a friend, phone a friend
    Can you hear me calling?
    Phone a friend, phone a friend
    Can you hear me?