breakfast club

streets down, dark sky
sad eyes, white lines
midnight songs and cold hands
all the pale beaches
the dead roses and the broken flowers
empty faces and bloody love
we are on the top of glass
we are the dawn dew
the new generation
the hopeful future
we roll, cry and die
we are lost stones
we end somewhere
and i dont want to know
because theres no finish line
and no one can dim the brightness of the end