Three Years And One Million Long Nights Later

I Sift Through Ashes On Stanton Street

This Radiance Is Going Invisible

In A Silent Explosion And We Both Scream

All These Photographs On The Bedroom Floor

They Sit Like Needles In My Chest

I'm Lying Naked In The Bathtub

It's Filled With Stale Beer And Nicotine And Childrens' Fears Now

And If The Walls Could Talk We Both Know

They Would Laugh And Scream

Oh My Darling, The Room Is Getting Cold

And How I Wish I Could Make This Bed Up



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Sleep, So Desperately...on A Bed Of Broken Bottles And Regret

We All Awake So Average...under Laughing Ceilings And Outstanding Debt



As This House Dies I Watch It Come To Life

AS Our Lives Become 'remember When's'...and Yes I Do

There Was Something About Growing Up We Couldn't Get Past

We're All Just Babies On The Inside

Learning How To Lie Better Every Year

Caloused And Numb, All Drunken And Dumb, So Caloused And Numb



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There Are Streets I Will Always Call Home

There Are Faces I Will Never Stop Lovin'

There Are Times When Lives Will Rust And Fail Under Repetition

And There Always Loopholes I'm Bowin' Out And Blowing Kisses



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