believe what they’re sayin
not what they do
its a chemical addiction
a different point of view
once i was a hero
or so i’m told
we’re headed for the place
where the streets are made of gold
the tv is blaring
and no one cares
we made our way
down the lonely spiral stairs
a dimly lit hallway
we sleep tonight
huddled by the heat
put off by the candlelight
and i’m wishing we could go
when the sky it falls run for cover
and a plane comes crashing into you
streetlight change from red green to yellow
to this caustic shade of grey and blue
and i’m wishing we could go
go back
go back
go back
go back
the tv is blaring
and no one cares
we made our way
down the lonely spiral stairs
a dimly lit hallway
we sleep tonight
huddled by the heat
put off by the candlelight
and i’m wishing we could go
when the sky it falls run for cover
and a plane comes crashing into you
streetlight change from red green to yellow
to this caustic shade of grey and blue
and i’m wishing we could go
go back
go back
go back
go back
back
believe what they’re sayin
not what they do
its a chemical addiction
a different point of view
once i was a hero
or so i’m told
we’re headed for the place
where the streets are made of gold
and i’m wishing we could go
when the sky it falls run for cover
and a plane comes crashing into you
streetlight change from red green to yellow
to this caustic shade of grey and blue
when the sky it falls we all run for cover
and a plane comes crashing into you
streetlight change from red green to yellow
to this caustic shade of grey and blue
and i’m wishin we could
go back