Hazel St.

There was no connecting my actions with words In the bright sunlight the movement of birds The car ride home was blinded again The light would not focus, the light would not bend There's no use calling, I know what you'd say Over and over, it ended today Words lost their meaning and could not explain Why the subject was always just out of frame I was sixteen I lived on Hazel Street Protect me from the scene And guide me with your heat I was sixteen I lived on Hazel Street Protect me from the scene And guide me with your heat Ice forms in sheets They're melting in the street The ice forms in sheets They're melting in the street