A Good Sadness

I can still hear the reflections in the air
Feeding time
Either hemisphere if it's summer there
Seeking you, taking a dive
Streets realigned, ooh-ooh-ooh
Stored in my mind

All I could do not to steal
All the fun in the world
From your little heart
And now I owe it back to you

But it's hard to catch it and let it go
Find excuses to burn right through the grief
And to melt, to melt, to melt
Oh, my poor memories

Down to a trace
'Til you forget that I'm alive
And you feel it's alright
Ooh, I'm sure you'll be fine

Tune it out, and I'm sure you'll be fine
Doing well
Finding an excuse
Shutting down soon (over my eyes)
Lost the recall

No line, disprove, mean time
Desperate, confide (confide), inrush
Disprove, mean time, inrush
No line, desperate, confide
Inrush, disprove, no line
Inrush, no line