Typewriter tell me what year it was

Typing to the rhythm of a century on the cusp

We were out there smoking on the sidewalks

We were lovers drinking to another song on the jukebox

Don't kill all the beautiful things

I was searching for truth in the dust of my days

I was so lost and I was so young

Cinematic I was cynical on the city bus

Literary wrote lyrics like I thought I was

We were sleeping racing for the future

Bicycle tires spinning revolution

Don't kill all the beautiful things

I was searching for truth in the dust of my days

I was so lost and I was so young

The city was sweating in the summer heat

I wrote melodies of regret to a def and empty street

I was so lonely it started to rain

The lightning and thunder were singing my name

I thought those songs could save me

I thought those songs could save me

Don't kill all the beautiful things

I was searching for truth in the dust of my days

I was so lost and I was so young

We were so lost and we were so young

DON'T KILL ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS