I was lost for a while in a mirrored hallway of a high-rise hotel Umbrella drink in my hand, sitting down Saw ten thousand me's, numb cocaine teeth in their chattering mouths Thought about home, thought about death, thought about moving south Rodeo wind blew in, now the candle's out and everyone's scared Call my broker, sell everything, I want to be prepared Heard the cavalry cry of my girl for the night when I entered her Sounded so fake, always feels fake, finishes and then it feels worse
Every hallway has a camera Every hallway has a camera don't you know They never let you open the window They never let you open the window
Smoke signals of thought, white ribbons of loss High above the tree line, they cry out
I froze up for a second on the pyramid side of the Las Vegas strip My brother hunched over in the bushes getting sick Security knew took one look and threw us out Life's not fair I tried to die young with my true love, ended up a millionaire The mechanical world, a loud sound you've never heard that's always there Radio's trailing through the desert, keep driving until you disappear We made a gentlemen's pact: no stopping, no looking back Lace those shoes. Take the first step Take the next step That's a boy! It is never too soon
All that you keep is the journey, all you keep are the spaces in between It's not the fresh start or the ending All that you keep is the journey
Smoke rings round my thoughts Blue ribbons at the dawn High beyond the tree line we pass out Smoke signals of thought, white ribbons of loss High above the tree line they cry outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
