We all, trusting in strangers, failing in favors, losing our friends
I’m sorry, I hope you speak to me
After storing so foolishly the things that you left

You offered protection
I demand amnesty from this red-handed burglary
Evelyn, you were our only friend
Signage in black and white won’t bring back Erik’s bike

May I still keep your cutlery?
These things are so part of me
I’ve made them my own
By the bay while you were developing
The Bridge that shines Golden
They’re calling you home
Casting off things meant for owning
You’ve started your roaming
You’ll follow the blue
Phone calls, things that take effort
I’m writing the report
I’m stalling for you
We lost one too

You offered protection
I demand amnesty from this red-handed burglary
Evelyn, you were our only friend
Signage in black and white won’t bring back Erik’s bike

You offered protection
I demand amnesty from this red-handed burglary
Evelyn, you were our only friend
Signage in black and white won’t bring back Erik’s bike