"Pages Of A Magazine" lyrics

I'm sitting down to write you a letter
And yet I know it's one that you can never read
I'm hoping this might make us feel better
Putting words in order
Another fault line, explosive prognosis
The dawn dodge, the motion is a crutch to us
There's another house, acquainted, then tainted
As long as she's not standing still

The pages of a magazine, they gave us life we'd never seen

What did you think we were doing down there?
How long did you think we'd last on our own alone down there?
What did you think you were doing?
I wake and open my eyes
Lose myself in this brand new thrill
Too young to quite realize
That we were running from your own fear of standing still

The open page in my obligation
Steals away on buses riding through the night
No matter how loud my agitation
The summer was your saving grace
You dropped it all with no hesitation
Dream homes, nothing more than bricks to me
I count them all, but I don't have the digits
As long as you're not standing still

The pages of a magazine, they gave us life we'd never seen

What did you think you were doing down there?
How long did you think we'd last on our own alone down there?
What did you think you were doing?
I wake and open my eyes
Lose myself in this brand new thrill
Too young to quite realize
That we were running from standing still
I wake and open my eyes
Lose myself in this brand new thrill
Too young to quite realize
That we were running from your own fear of standing still

To the corners of the land up and out before your courage faded
We were running from your own fear of standing still
To the corners of the land up and out before your courage faded
We were running from your own fear of standing still