There comes a time when you realize that you're empty
And your lover's not reacting on the floor
The tired bench awaits your resting
Down and out and feeling blue
Tonight my worst will have to do
Please confide in ramble path
With your hands in ones pockets
Pacing around wishing that this had never happened
Driving into you, wearing eyes Lost in the wicked sun
Feeling low and kneeling too
Tonight, my worst will have to do
Goodbye, sincerely
Failing sun with station tears
Oh how I missed you
Tonight, my worst will have to do
Don't take away the old lantern
The light hides but all the darkness yields
Panicking with bells of sunday's wishes
All for the love of two
Wish me up a home to own
I'd rather sleep bad then be sleeping crude
Tonight, my worst will have to do.