Living North Songtext
von Cymbals Eat Guitars

I met the first guy
Who said "I′ll always remember this night, Jane"
When I brought cigarettes home on a whim
It was really him
And all of us other guys
Who've said it since then
Well we′ve been trying to mean it as sincerely as he did


There is a metal divide
Between myself and this lake in New Jersey
Silver seaweed hands reach up and grab
A woman walking dog pulled in
Never heard from again
Focus on shining tension
We're striders on the surface
Of striders on the surface

I found a dog's leash on the shores of the Pacific
It means nothing to me