Nostalgia by a fake name

The time it takes to put these things away

Tell me what's been digging at you

This city's so quiet some nights

Weaving between these sleeping signs

Front page snug in its corner home

Newsprint photo of a faded face I thought I'd known

This city's so quiet some nights

There's this low hum on our closed-circuit timeline

There's this low hum of the things we left behind

There's this low hum on our closed-circuit timeline

There's this low hum of the things we left behind