Sevens - The Weeks

I hear they’re gonna tear down those apartments

They’re pulling every single plank

It’s where we set, it’s where we met, it’s where we drank

I hear they’re gonna hollow out the middle

It’s gonna be a parking lot

They said the doors were weak, the roof would leak, the floors were rot

You said we were invincible

But my hair is falling out

She screamed, «My life is so miserable.

It’s so lonely in this house.»

I guess this is the end of days

Since it’s all we talk about

But I love you more than I did before

I hear they put up rows and rows of houses

In the field where we once played

They dug up bones to build their homes

So nothing’s safe

I remember ducking barbed wire fences, crossing through the creek

Waiting there in that night air to watch you breathe