don't you look back at what could have been tourists live in safe houses we live in broken homes and you'll know when you've reached us because we'll be the ones with no faces letting time pass us by this is our occupational hazard
when homes become houses where will we go? fuck apprehension, what we need is a little more romance just call it civility
count up the profits from return trips to fresh starts and when you're back in black let me know from clarity this distance comes meaning of charity you won't need a receipt to let me go
so it reads from your gospel: "the younger they are, the harder they fall" no more second guessing, the older they are, the further along. there is no other end to this so take what you came here for but there's nothing left you don't have
solve these mistakes with the same thinking that caused them define your plateaus with white-flag facades here is now and we are free to do as they want