歌词
From the places you go by waiting
Places you go by night
Come up. Come up. Undefeated
As we veer again towards center lines
Should have left those kids believers
Or at least with parting shot
The silence. The silence between evenings
Should not be left to rot
Such wild eyed language, written
On the backs of our hands
The necessary candor is lost
In drunken demonstration
Some of them come like a redeemer
All drunk and loud and sure
We've cut ourselves back to simple things
They're small enough we can keep them pure
