And as we read, the world written in red Luminous language and what was said Our future's terminal and anything good will do We will do it today and then throw it away And these are the records These are the friends These are the monuments Dreams never end Fans and scrappy cassette sounds Pagan ampex spectral clouds Something is missing Something is missing Unwilling to bend our knees But willing to burst into flame In Washington state or Newcross Gate Always remember the failures Always remember and tell us when you do Tell us when you do A stereo's as cheap as it takes Our bookshelves full of mixtapes Of punk and soul and damaged rock 'n roll The Go-Betweens and Supremes And the Chills and the Dills Something is missing Something is missing Remember the lost bands that never had a hope Checks and Credits by Toulouse It was scratchy, it was great Unseen history of these bands Like a building built on fertile land But I own that fanzine and the 45s And I promise not to let them die And in the skin of the world We're like a heartbeat Our rotten teeth like cobblestones In the pathway of forgotten things Haunted all our favorite bars And nurtured hard our daydream scars Something is missing Something is missing Change of river, running back to the sea Detour this to the heart of the dream Thank you, that guitar (?) to words Amplify tears and rusty badges Fingerprint photograph smudges Our mixtapes are memories for unseen histories And mixtapes are memories for unseen histories What means the most to you, it means the most to me What means the most to you, it means so much to me And something is missing Something is missing I put my tongue in my mouth A bit of black tooth comes out This happens monthly Rotten footsteps to goodbye We found this out in the underground And we felt so proud to be on the ground And something is missing And something is missing And something is missing And something is gone