You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be

No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise

The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw

Something he was not looking for both a beginning and an end

But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize

When he catches his reflection on accident

On the back of a motor bike

With your arms outstretched trying to take flight

Leaving everything behind

But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete

In the city where we still resigned.

And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea-light navy men

Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides

Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed