Might as well be miles away Cut me down with a look so beautiful Walk around like you own the place And you know That you can have anything that you want And I feel it like the shot from a ray gun And I'd give you every dollar I got And you know Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint And burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe A little in the bank accounts You got nothing to say Well, I don't have much And it's a god damn shame I know that you hold the cards You got bad news written all over you They say love shouldn't be this hard And it's cold You're disappearing when I'm feeling sick A cloud of smoke and a fox-haired mystic I didn't come here to leave like this And it's cold Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint And burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe A little in the bank accounts You got nothing to say Well, I don't have much And it's a god damn shame We try to drive to those horizon lines We can't define We try to drive to those horizon lines We can't define Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint And burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe A little in the bank accounts You got nothing to say Well, I don't have much And it's a god damn shame I don't have much And it's a god damn shame I don't have much And it's a god damn shame