Pure Sound Paroles

i was heading north on tailor stret

when i ran into you

we stopped to talk.



right there on the sidewalk

the air was new and clean

i was inbetween times.



the mountains were clearly visible

and your timing was cruel.
we were talking

while the temperature dropped.

i was hoping against hope

that the wheel would stop.



you were nineteen,

i was inbetween times.

hey.