The Lawrence Arms - Beautiful Things Lyrics
Typewriter tell me what year it wasTyping to the rhythm of a century on theâ¦We were out smoking on the sidewalksWe were lovers drinking to another song on the jukeboxDon't kill all the beautiful thingsI was searching for truth,in the dust of my daysI was so lost,and I was so youngCinematic,I was cynical on the city busLiterary wrote lyrics like I thought I wasWe were sleeping ,racing for the futureBicycle tires ,spinning revolutionDon't kill all the beautiful thingsI was searching for truth,in the dust of my daysI was so lost,and I was so youngThe city was sweating in the summer heatI wrote melodies of regret to a def and empty streetI was so lonely it started to rainThe lightning and thunder were singing my nameI thought those songs could save meI thought those songs could save meDon't kill all the beautiful thingsI was searching for truth,in the dust of my daysI was so lost,and I was so youngWe were so lost and we were so youngDon't kill all the beautiful things