Ok a decision was always
What do I have to do with it?
Remember the sky's like a ceiling
Away from the usual rose
d**h's light in a room
For an unclear picture
You could tear up anyway
Some people's faces are always
More than beautiful
In spite of everything I'm sure
There's no point being told this, because
Set apart the world in verse
Speed backward to a better tone
The sky which darkened over houses
And bright light covered us
We covered it all beautifully
All promises turn to bar talk
Set those fibs in a straight line
You know you look intransigent, cold
To think you have a rodeo heart
Rein it and it's true
Your own cruel thought
To a drunken conclusion
I know, I know
I know I have all to do with it
Nothing to do with it
When we wake up
We'll be somewhere else
I can promise