The Rocket Summer - Apartment 413

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Apartment 413
Last day of January
Snowing, but hard to see
Just tiny ice, I think
Kettle’s not whistling
But the sound of it rings
Reaching out
Reaching out
Unlock the door to the room you’re in, Lord
Feel your bass through the wall
Got my face on the floor
Reaching out
Apartment 413
Just trying to get some sleep
Hoping to not believe
The thoughts that you don’t want me
I’m chained to my brain
Fires, no fire escape
I’m reaching out
Reaching out
Unlock the door to the room you’re in, Lord
Feel your bass through the wall
Got my face on the floor
Reaching out
Perhaps there’s silence in protection
Silence in a test
Silence in the growing
I suppose silence is for the best
I guess
Reaching out
Reaching out
Unlock the door to the room you’re in, Lord
Feel your bass through the wall
Got my face on the floor
Reaching out