H.L.S.
Jack Dalrymple
It smells like the sound
When we’d make noise hanging around
It felt like something
Effortless and profound
It went by in a window
While we slept under the stars
Shared a love that bound us
And then broke us all apart
I still watch the stills
And it feels like they kill
I know I let you down, man
I had to turn it around
You feel like a ghost
It comes and it goes
When I’m in your old room
Or I play the wrong “notes”
If someone says “that’s real”
Or they play ELO
All those times at my house
I’d make you get stoned
It still doesn’t feel
Like it’s real
I know I let you down
I had to turn it around
I hope you heard me at the end
I hope you always knew what you meant
I feel down
You’re not around
