Intro: -- x2 verse 1: 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 verse 2: 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 Bridge: The city was sweating in the summer heat I wrote melodies of regret to a deaf 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 (hold) beautiful things