Centennial - Tokyo Police Club

This is skin, you can wrap all of your arms and legs in

An address that you know, an envelope unfolds

I’m writing to catch up, we were small when we last met

But the letters are unread, she’s heard it on cassette

Taught to read and write at such an early age

The passenger is still, because she’s got books on tape

I’m running to catch up to that old VW

You’re leaning out the back

You’ve never heard of fiction

You’ve never heard of fact

Way back when, we met because my parents knew your parents

Steady hands, easy breath

Old east side, parading all the rooftops of this town

Little kids, intrepids

I’m running out of space so let me sum this up for you

I’m only wishing well

And though you won’t believe me

This coming Thursday evening

Is our Centennial