These United States The Park lyrics

Turned on the autumn in a cool afternoon
and through the leaves disintegrated
in an unstable state of sympathy.

I have this problem where I – I just forget to pay the rent.
I have this problem where I want the good times to never end.

The park at dusk erupts in sweet human life
and through the air we celebrate the vagrant
breath and prove the people everywhere.

You get the feeling that we – we might explode before we bend.
We get these feelings when we want the good times to never end.

So I've been trying to interrogate the time
escaping quick, searching its pages

for a statement without an asterisk.

I have this problem where I – I just ignite as if a flame.
I have this problem where I want to forget all our names.

We have this problem where we – we think it might work out somehow.
We have this situation where we want the world, and we want it now.

You get to this place in your life,
come across all these people who inspire,
and the trick is you can't know who's leaving,
left behind,
or just arrived.