He woke up with his hair already greased
Lying naked, tangled in the sheets
Walk
To the window
Open wide
Gas stations pa**ed
In the present day
In the morning light they're all blown away
Their faces
Have a restlessness that has both pa**ed and still remains
And each step is a dagger in the ground
Everything is broken in its wake
Everything is broken, maybe that's okay yeah
Everything is broken, maybe that's okay yeah
Blown out
In the morning light
Even the trash looks alright in piles
And piles on the corners where we stood once long ago
And I can't change
Your face has been lost
In the wasteland of my mind
So smile
And remember the way
These situations would play
Yeah
And I can't change
Your face has been lost
In the wasteland of my mind
So smile
And remember the way
These situations would play