Constance

Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
I climb up on the roof while you’re still sleeping in our little bed
To let out all the secrets I’ve left steeping in my weary head
Down below it’s just the dogs and the ghosts
Scattering into the darkness when you get too close
The halo of the neon signs
From here, the words turn into nothing colored lines
I’m so heavy with the weight of my love
Pressed up against my chest 'til it’s all I can think of
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
I climb up on the roof while you’re still sleeping in our little bed
To let out all the secrets I’ve left steeping in my weary head
I speed the empty boulevard at night
On the cool metal frame of a mountain bike
I line the wheels up with the long yellow stripe
And close my eyes for a second just to feel what it’s like
I’ve seen the edge of where this road has led
But I’ve always turned around to head home instead
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
I climb up on the roof while you’re still sleeping in our little bed
To let out all the secrets I’ve left steeping in my weary head
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh