Misprint

歌詞

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