Spitting Knockles

Sit down by the sea
Your pictures still hanging in there
The fact that I'm blind
Ain't new to me, I still hide from the sun
You're fading away from these faces

I'll miss Tuesdays
And I'll miss your face
I'll miss Tuesdays
But I'll walk the same ways

Sit down by the street
I wish I could feel your heartbeat
I'm surely not wise
A glimpse of your eye comes from your disguise
Got nowhere to go until tomorrow