Текст Modern Baseball – Intersection

Standing at your intersection
Misinterpreting direction
See you from across the backyard
Fucked up by a good friend’s wedding card

Everyday, I walk away
But I don’t get very far

I know your every secret
I know your every sound
But here I stare on from the fence
As a hungry bloodhound

Pretending in unending joy
To hate to be alone
To adore the great unknown
When all I know is you
And all you are is gone
The words don’t sound the same
When we speak over the phone

Father stop to ask a question
Haven’t seen this place since last election
New kids all in deviant hairdos
Spilling beer on family heirlooms

The guys would like, to go out tonight
But I don’t know if I care to

Your hands are on my shoulders
Your hands are on my neck
Your eyes meet mine, suggesting
That I should not be upset

At Heathrow, there will be no band
If murder is his mind
One run to stock white wine

Standing at your intersection
Misinterpreting direction
Send out for a pizza and pray
Everything is answered one day