Cambridge

<br>contact was questioned from the boulevard<br>head colds in frozen weeks of summer holds<br>i`m fine i`m fine wait waiting on the line<br>we sent ourselves in on the gray card scale<br><br>hold my head<br>where storms are sand<br>and sand is said<br>to be sad<br><br>longwinded cambridge medicative care<br>head first the motor runs the motor must run<br>they confiscated every accident<br>and turned ourselves in on our selfish turns<br><br>with visitations from the underwhelmed<br>five years she fears to hold my broken head<br>why were you gone why were you gone so long<br>she is the reason that i still believe<br><br>cover your eyes in the pouring rain<br>cover your eyes everyone is all the same<br><br>far away