Three years and one million long nights later
i sift through ashes on stanton street
this radiance is going invisible
in a silent explosion and we both scream
all these photographs on the bedroom floor
they sit like needles in my chest
i'm lying naked in the bathtub
it's filled with stale beer and nicotine and childrens' fears now
and if the walls could talk we both know
they would laugh and scream
oh my darling, the room is getting cold
and how i wish i could make this bed up
Chourus*
sleep, so desperately...on a bed of broken bottles and regret
we all awake so average...under laughing ceilings and outstanding debt
As this house dies i watch it come to life
as our lives become 'remember when's'...and yes i do
there was something about growing up we couldn't get past
we're all just babies on the inside
learning how to lie better every year
caloused and numb, all drunken and dumb, so caloused and numb
Chourus*
There are streets i will always call home
there are faces i will never stop lovin'
there are times when lives will rust and fail under repetition
and there always loopholes i'm bowin' out and blowing kisses
Chourus*