We sit alone
Our hands are trembling
The cards on the table fall
Face up, face down
The jukebox plays
Tunes of self-pity
We pour another shot
There's money to spend
Cause nothing happens here, nothing happens here
Three hours pass
Our bodies are glowing
We put on a tired song
And catch our breath
Cause nothing happens here, nothing happens here
Until we dance around
And pound on every wall
Until we break right through it
Standing there in fear
With serenity and silence on our side
Cause we know
After all it seems
Like someone else's dream
So why should we regret
What felt like the best of times?
How can we regret
What we'll soon forget
The morning comes
After a fight or two
We stagger thoughtlessly
And step outside
Sideways by the wind
Sideways through downtown
Se cross into a light
Past the Seventh Peak
With serenity and silence on our side
Cause we know
After all it seems
Like someone else's dream
So why should we regret
What felt like the best of times?
Let's get away and wander these fields
Of young leaves
Young leaves
Young leaves
Young leaves
Young leaves