The high and mighty, they've fallen. On a road to hell paved with good intentions. When you were alone, were the voices calling?. Telling you all the things too dark to mention.
Your collar pops in the latest style. I feel romance hanging in your smile. Is it just me or the Paris sun?. On this boulevard, making everything so ooh la la.
Drunk dialed you again last night. Don't know my left foot from my right. Don't even remember what pride feels like. Blaming the system again. Then I go through my list of friends.
It could take a little. It could take a little time. But I think we'll get it right. If this life is only. Only real life when it hurts. But I think that we'll survive.