Little bit of smoke in the sky It's late in the evening And the end of the summer Burns upon your skin
It's never too late to cry You sleep with strangers I'll show you things that you've never seen Then I'll take you home
Far below the city burns
Now they'll come as your friend and they'll warn you About all the rats in the barn Come closer and when they disarm you They'll ask you to sit in the front of their car
Cold blooded but some like it freezing I keep my blood in the bone Just when you've forsaken me That's when I turn my blinders on