Displaced Halos 4 Star View (Ft. Rin (AKA Rintryp))

Hey there, little girl, don’t you feel the time twirling down the miles?
My ears, they are stinging with the radio singing much too loud
This certain little lady wanders down the path tree-shaded in her new dress
She’s chasing the Frisbee while feeling kind of frisky in dappled light, more or less

There’s a long train coming, we better hitch a ride
It’s been a long time coming, we can cuddle up inside
There’s a long train coming, and we hopped a ride
It’s been a long time coming, but our tickеts are expired

Hеy there, little boy, don’t you know that being coy has gone out of style?
You traded in your suit and those fashionable boots for black shroud
This certain little man wanders without a plan or known address
His hands in his pockets, and he can’t stop it if it feels alright, more or less

There’s a long train coming, we better hitch a ride
It’s been a long time coming, we can cuddle up inside
There’s a long train coming, and we hopped a ride
It’s been a long time coming, but our tickets are expired

The light in your eyes, when we let our horns grow
Once so prized, our displaced halos
If we walk alone, and make the world disappear
To fears we’ve outgrown, and greased grinding gears
We’ll flow with the tide, and see where it goes