Our Suburbia

Sleepwalking sirens settle through the haze of a front page suburbia

As we scatter through our days like a worn-out metronome covered in dust

We live here together in a crumbling rage of what used to be our love

With our kids we stay, wondering what we have become

We've wasted our lives too soon, it seems

Haven't had much of a chance to dream

We're getting old at much too young an age

Even if we're still very young it sure as hell don't feel that way

Your side of the bed feels much colder every single day

And I fear that as we grow older I will never feel the same way