Because the night's still young
Is why it feels so done
When I'm numb from slamming my head
On the iron that bounds me to you
And it's hard to say that you understand
When the walls are so close together
That you can't pass me the
Stiff drink that I desperately need
I know it's not the
Right thing to do
But I want to
I promise, it's under controI
Cause in the houses
They're all fighting
A grand divorce
And in the streets
They're holding hair
And you just stand
Under the awning
Pointing in both directions
And there's a vision
Of a perfect decision
Trying to jump off
The edge of your tongue
Too bad it's gone numb
And the thought of it
Lying dead under your toes
Forces the dead wind
Out of your lungs
Now be a big boy
And draw in the air, that
You seemed to forget
Was still there
You know exactly
What you should do
And you want to
And it's ok to be afraid
When in the houses
They're all fighting
A grand divorce
And in the streets
They're holding handS
An exodus
You stop out
From under the awning
And look up at the sun