Is it the way you curse its name
Cause of the light that you're refused
Is it the hardness of the game
That we now can't win or lose
Just mind the way that it's used
With no future in our minds
Only ashes in our souls
Are we standing next in line
For the funeral of our curious kind
Frankly
We can't say this is love but madness
Frankly
It's a state-line between our aims
And me and you
Frankly
Shall we light up this case called sadness
I don't know
If you remember
How we stole every moment
And wasted a thousand
For counterfeit gold on our get-ups
We wrote in stars though bells they rang
For our last steps on the moon
And in the lip-synched show they sang
About a feeling warm and true
Can we get satisfied at mind
Could our souls be young again
Could our mileage do rewind
Could our love revive our spirit so blind
Frankly...
I don't know
I can't remember
We've got holes in our pockets
Shame in our suitcase
We chew on our cheeks
But we never really get high
Frankly
Shall we light up this case or not
I don't know
I can't remember
We've got holes in our pockets
Shame in our suitcase
We walk on our knees
But we never really get high
Cause of the light that you're refused
Is it the hardness of the game
That we now can't win or lose
Just mind the way that it's used
With no future in our minds
Only ashes in our souls
Are we standing next in line
For the funeral of our curious kind
Frankly
We can't say this is love but madness
Frankly
It's a state-line between our aims
And me and you
Frankly
Shall we light up this case called sadness
I don't know
If you remember
How we stole every moment
And wasted a thousand
For counterfeit gold on our get-ups
We wrote in stars though bells they rang
For our last steps on the moon
And in the lip-synched show they sang
About a feeling warm and true
Can we get satisfied at mind
Could our souls be young again
Could our mileage do rewind
Could our love revive our spirit so blind
Frankly...
I don't know
I can't remember
We've got holes in our pockets
Shame in our suitcase
We chew on our cheeks
But we never really get high
Frankly
Shall we light up this case or not
I don't know
I can't remember
We've got holes in our pockets
Shame in our suitcase
We walk on our knees
But we never really get high
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