My head was spinning
Split open, ripe and ready...

See the world through rose colored glasses
Make everything bloodshot...

Your breath I can feel on my neck
Your hand held within my hand...

Tiger, tiger, you're so mighty
In you're forest burning brightly...

Are we getting lost in the dark city
Where the girls are fake but all pretty...

Like cigarettes we were dragged down
Like old porch lamps we were burnt out...

My friends are crows
Groups of murders...

Lakes and waters
Floating with my father...

Tell Mandi if she calls
I won't pick up the phone...

Hey there, honest people
Stop living a lie today...

Maybe it's me, maybe it's you
Maybe it's the secret crowds of two...

Jack got tipped in the pouring rain
With a kiss on the lips and a need to restrain...