For those who raise hands have fallen   Fallen on swollen eyes      Didn't quite get what you were saying   Up until the conversation died      Run back to your southern glass home      Let's forget i was pretending   Let's pretend you knew it all along   Got a call from a good friend   Who was saying things were not that good at all      Run back to your southern glass home      You're falling on hard times   You're following open skies   With gasoline ghosts from only you      Run back to your southern glass home