Fake lightning flahes over the skyline
A deer in your headlights
So
You've narrowed it down to pictures of memory
You've narrowed it
One foot in front of the other
One foot back to
Here's the bright end of nowhere
Here's the results of all
How now are you gone awry?
How now are we
There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's
There's the house, there's the doorway, been locked out
The lights
Here it comes and there it goes
Another day of decomposing
They found sixth-form poetry scrawled on the walls
Today I'm leaving
This bullshit one horse town
Full of cowboys and
I've a favor to ask, maybe this is a bad
Headstrong, heavy weather
Going at it Hell-for-leather
Red lights flashing on
So
The pink pills are for your sanity
We are buried in
Up in the midnight blue,
That's where I'm going to
Up where
This is a commercial for my army and my navy
This
Through the iron winter to the fires of June
Through the
I love you like a whisper
I love you all alone
I
This lightning's fine
She picks up these tired parts of mine
Who's
Don't stop singing; it's a beautiful sound
I'll get the drinks
Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the
Buy in it'll shut you up
Try it, it should shut
