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Inspired by a poem Alaska wrote while we were living in Greenwich Village, NYC.
(lyrics below)

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LYRICS

And on the day they name the streets

They're gonna write us down in history
For all our missing parts
And all our chipping teeth
All our hidden scars and all our injuries
For how we still smiled and we were incomplete
Cause yesterday morning I fought sleep
On a bed in New York where the floor creaked
And I would climb up to my roof and see the view from it as proof that really nothing’s as broad as it all seems

For the volcanoes in our chests
Exploding situations we were patient to accept
Quotes from broken novels we loved but we’ll forget about
We’re the saddest characters alive who left the endings out
I can't flinch
The problem with looking back is
The place you wanna land drifts
Damn yeah but the fact is
Someday I’ll move on from this
And twenty years of life will only be a story I tell to my grandkids

When we come home
They'll name the streets after us
But I don't think we'll come home till the streets light up
Will you remember me
Will you remember me
When we come home
They'll name the streets after us

And on the day they name the streets
they're gonna write us down in history

Getting over the trial
Of coded smiles in photo piles
Be open you know we’re tired of riding so many miles
Here's to the holy souls of golden diner unspoken novelists
Stoned in closet, swollen eyelid, broken home revivalists
With smoking hands, we'll stand there holding rockets
Look I have felt them too, and we can mend this broken process
Let's hope they close the roads and drive us home tonight
Before we turn to ghosts who won't describe how lonely getting old has gotten
And that's all that it was
A couple scrapbook entries and the songs that we loved
For my accidental roads
And my deep misunderstandings
My helicopter parents
I was not prepared for landing
Till your ashtray dries, in these bad news times
Till the feathers in our tattoos fly
Till my little brothers learn how to lie
Here's to all the things we haven't done
I'll stay up all night with you like the Alaska sun

When we come home
They'll name the streets after us
But I don't think we'll come home till the streets light up
Will you remember me
Will you remember me
When we come home
They'll name the streets after us

And on the day they name the streets
They're gonna write us down in history

When we come home they'll name the streets after us
But I don't think we'll come home till the streets light up
Will you remember me, will you remember me
When we come home they'll name the streets after us

A lot of things are different now
But I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that there's so much more left to discover
And so much more left to see
That's something that I'll always remember
On the day they name the streets

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