Barely makes it through the screen
This bar is barely hanging on
Trash blows like ghosts behind the scene
To the sound of a lazy walkdown
Headliner heads down the line
I wonder is she's holding on to a
Far off distant plan as the sheets pull back
And I blow in
I've seen the sights and the little signs
Casting shadows under watchful eyes
Phone gives in she checked it twice
Turned it off and says don't ask for lies
Rest comes better in a vacant brain
You can't call the cops if you've done the same
Giant aching thirsting thing
So just blow out like a lazy wind
But call back again
Call back again
Call back again