It's cold in here fells like everything's upside down. I can feel you talking but I can barely make out the sound. I been kicking around these parts, feels like a year.
Is this my imagination, are you the real thing. A sordid preoccupation or a decent human being, oh. Just when you think you have fallen. There's a road up ahead.
If tomorrow we won't even remember. How we started, who was right and who was wrong. If this fire will be burned down to an ember. Before too long. . If the morning's gonna turn it into history.