Twenty-One Letra

Look at this face
Smiling but cinched in
Singing a dark blue song

Here is the sound of the displaced
Here is the song of the worst case

I know the drill
Minutes go faster
Smaller bites of the pie
I know the math
One grain of sand
For every ten stars in the sky

Here is the sound of the confused
Here is a song under a new roof

I leave this place
Empty but lived in
Happy but not for long