You think I haven't seen the dead of night
You think I haven't felt the thrill of the fight
Poor old man, you don't understand
If I bought it then it must be mine
Comatose for three years with you
Bleached roots and all apologies too
If you're looking for a way out then I'll just stay here
You lost a lot more when you cut your hair
Everything's changed
Heaven's so close and I feel strange
I know you never sleep at night
Smoke gets in your eyes
Give me thunder, Give me roaring innocence
At the risk of sounding so sincere,
I miss the way you used to say,
'Maybe we'll get out of here"
Hold your penitence to your breasts
And count the cars as they pass
Flash and crash cold reminders of the start
Everything's changed
Heaven’s so close and I feel strange
I know you never sleep at night
Smoke gets in your eyes
