Young, Vacant, Wistful - Blue Sails

Just invite yourself over

And pour the box of wine you stole

Carpet bomb the convo

I’m looking through your shadow

When will I just say no?

Who did I meet in the dead of night?

You or me?

We’re mingling with a memory

You who broke your fall

Now you’ve gotta fly

Summer on the rooftop

Calling on a lit up night

Young, vacant, and wistful

The glow of your brake lights

Lost in the heights

Who did I meet in the dead of night?

You or me?

We’re mingling with a memory

You who broke your fall

Now you’ve gotta fly

It’s getting late, it’s getting late

It’s getting late, it’s getting late

To be tongue tied

It’s gtting late, it’s getting late

It’s gtting late, it’s getting late

To just stand by