Hazel St - Deerhunter

In the bright sunlight the movement of birds

The car ride home was blinded again

The light would not focus, the light would not bend

There’s no use calling, I know what you’d say

Over and over, it ended today

Words lost their meaning and could not explain

Why the subject was always just out of frame

I was sixteen

I lived on Hazel Street

Protect me from the scene

And guide me with your heat

I was sixteen

I lived on Hazel Street

Protect me from the scene

And guide me with your heat

Ice forms in sheets

They’re melting in the street

The ice forms in sheets

They’re melting in the street