Lyrics:

It was born from high school headphones
It kept you company at the wheel
Hidden under pillow cases
Blasting from suburban basements
Holding you under the spell
On an hour long cassette

The wind has let a feeling gone
???
The last time with the record on
The stories that the numbers gotten
All the magic thrown into the fire

And now the mystery's gone
Posters torn from the walls
No more time for understatement
Moving forward to find spaces
Wading through the melodies
Missing continuity and

So easy that the feeling's gone
The transitions between the songs
The pacing and the side breaks
Or were they lost within the flames

All the magic thrown into the fire