Verse: I missed a light switch in my childhood home She's the "je'n parle pas... plus", not anymore She's the drawers overflown with poems And the bird I buried by the back door Prechorus: A little crack I don't know when I'll be back A little crack I don't know when I'll be back Chorus: And we all leave 'cause nothing happens But nothing happens 'cause we left And what is left here? Fading satin, Some old shoes, my Sundays best What is left here, what is left? Some lives I laid to rest Verse: I still don't hold the wheel when I'm riding a bike She's the one way to get to the school strike She's wounds on my knees, that was something they liked They miss mountains on my weekly hill hike Prechorus: A little crack I don't know when I'll be back A little crack I don't know when I'll be back Chorus: And we all leave cause nothing happens But nothing happens cause we left And what is left here? Fading satin, Some old shoes, my Sundays best What is left here, what is left? Some lives I laid to rest Bridge: A flower burns between my lips, a little treat from the boutique At two-three-two the morning dew Let's meet up right above the rips, a little dipping in the creek At two-six-two, the morning view Chorus: And we all leave cause nothing happens But nothing happens cause we left And what is left here? Fading satin, Some old shoes, my Sundays best What is left here, what is left? Some lives I laid to rest