Where have you been debutante? Your eyes are painted shut The culprit is the glossy wand You used when you made up That pretty face, replaced something
Knuckles buried deep within The grip of a six pack The ice reminds you of the very urge your pushing back There's a burning but you need it so
There's a raincloud and its heading back my way There's a valley where they're giving out heartbreak I'm on high ground but I tell you I'm sliding down
And here I am just watching all The walkers and their dogs Hiding in plain sight like a good sentry of the smog Invisible to only those who see, me
There's a raincloud and its heading back my way There's a valley where they're giving out heartbreak Intoxicated, cause I'm thinking about her face And its quiet when the big one starts to quake
And its quiet, when the big one starts to shake Its all quiet when the big one starts to shake