Lyrics

Lost to the city, left cold by the sun Tearing through the page of new age old ways Watching lovers cross the street The pavement never meeting their feet Painful anniversary to get through The distance between numbers Between one and two Between one and two Between one and two Last days in the factory It's in the nature of concrete to crack Young lovers as accessories Nobody to pick up, pick up (x2) Salt on the pillow, guilt knotting my veins The bitter taste of greens, the sweet reek of sage I smoke another cigarette And then I smoke another cigarette Please don't lose my number Call me The distance between slumbers Between one and two Between one and two Between one and two Between one and two Last days in the factory It's in the nature of concrete to crack Young lovers as accessories Nobody to pick up, pick up (x4)