歌词
In your green room sit with a candle lit
On a charcoal bed of dreams you carry on
Though the streets are hot you can steal a lot
But you can walk out and forget
There isn't time to take a loan
But you're now into something
That you were immune to before
And there wasn't a sign
You just fell into line at the door
And the question stands in the palms of hands
Of the wretches picking pieces of their minds
Up off the floor
On the mantel place there is still a trace
Of the plastic face you hung your moments on
And the sudden scare of a landing there
On the scene that you don't care to even see
When you're alone
But the day is too short
And you can't find support in the sun
You had thought you'd decide
To just stick out the ride as it comes
But the emptiness of a thing that's less
Than what it was thought to be
Has left you wondering
Just how much more?
