Lyrics

Slid right through the turnstile and off the loft we went We were taken in by strangers, called out by coil and kin Oh concentrate on as far back as you can go When we would put a bullet in its belfry to prove it's all a hoax So what we don't impress the fireworks with the strumming of our smiles But you can look up how high heaven is and try to count the miles Keeps us busy for awhile Said the cradle to the kick drum that life begins again Smoke butts like spent bullets Street sweepers home to sleep again And when he put his arms around me his hoodie smelled like gasoline So here's to all lost fragrances To a future with some balance To a future without judgment To a future with my family To a future without anger To a fate of more than damaged fits To a future worth remembering