Burned Is the House Alkaline Trio

It's like we both had just arrived here
Like we both stepped off a plane in a new town
And the sun was out

I would talk and you would point your ear at me
Like I was making some sweet sound
You said to make it loud

But we can never come back here again
We can only hope to forget

Walked through a cemetery archway
To a wood that hummed so happily along
But the words were all wrong

You traded all my imperfections
For directions to a party across town
You bring the house down

But we can never go back there again
We can only hope

So, burned is the house, gone is the street
Here is the same disappointing retreat
And I need it like hell, if I'd lie to myself
To think I could live that life over again