She's been talking about those old homes
She's been talking about the rail roads
She's been talking like a thief in the night when she knows nobody's home
She's been talking 'bout these old bars
About the times when we slept in our cars
She's been talking 'bout the moon and the stars and those nights we thought that they were ours
You get what you take from this life that you make, you decide it
Do you get what you need when you say you believe, and you feel it?
Now I'm falling down to the floor, I light a match just to feel the warmth
I drink a bottle and before I know it I've found myself at your door
So here we are at the start, back to the place where we fell apart
Now I hear you keep a cross near your heart but does it keep you safe in the dark?
You get what you take from this life that you make, you decide it
Do you get what you need when you say you believe, and you feel it?
You were always so sure that there's always been more