Empty lots in my head Thoughts collapsing behind Catch a fever instead Clear the weight of my mind Like you're falling apart With your back to the wall Thanks for wasting my time Didn't ask you to wait Don't blame me for trying Until you create A better plan than to break the lock Run away The candle's caught in the Middle East They've got my name and they're taking me down Oh god, I hope that you make it out Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh Oh-oh oh oh oh oh Pieces of eight in your dreams tonight Pictures of you by the city light Dressed to the nines, and I wish you were mine Oh, I wish you were mine We're all, all All behind (We're all behind) Whoa, behind the eight ball Whoa-oh, behind the eight ball We're all behind the eight ball Whoa-oh oh oh oh-oh, behind Stand alone in the dark At least open your eyes Every spark is a flare Only when the light dies Now I open it up Like a permanent star Run away It's never good when the ringing stops It gets you awake and you take it up Oh god, I hope that You make it out Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh-oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh-oh oh oh oh oh Visions of waves in your dreams tonight Visions of you by the city light City light, city light Dressed to the nines, I wish you were mine Oh, I wish you were mine We're all, all, all behind (We're all behind) Whoa, behind the eight ball Whoa-oh, behind the eight ball We're all behind the eight ball Whoa-oh oh oh oh-oh, behind Whoa, behind the eight ball Whoa-oh oh oh oh-oh, behind the eight ball