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