When you lost, when you lost your situation
Every day was free for one last drink
There was smoke from unintended education
No tricks could fix your kitchen sink

I’m no stranger standing in the cross hairs of your lazy eyes
Little by little demons reconvene
Soles of your ruby slippers wear out from nightlife
Candles burn the matching five-piece queen

What happened to days when we listened to Petty on a street bench ?
We vowed our love would shield us from the Fall
When you lost your situation gypsies went home sick
Cuts were deep; I doubted I could mend them all
It’s not that easy, it’s not that easy
It’s not that easy to put yourself on speed dial
Our hearts grew silent like prisoners of war
We’re only blind-eyed souls
Surrounded by mile-high walls
Where no one knew what all this wall was for

There’s a haze from these wild fires
I long for days when it will all be clear
Take my hand. I’m walking to Dreamland
The Blue Line no longer gets there from here

When you lost, when you lost your situation
Wallets died from exit wounds battling with your style
Nights turned colder after I met you at the mean streak
It took a dead end to go the extra mile
It’s not that easy, it’s not that easy
It’s not that easy not knowing what to feel
I will search for the corpse of a dream that washed downstream
On the bridge we’ll beg forgiveness bathed in new light
While demons plan their sleep around which pockets they’ll pick clean