Lisbon Hills

We are habits, filthy rabbits
Breaking through the nasty haze
Angry spirits stuck in the bottom
Lost my train of thought again

The age of golden hands
Eating lies within our space
When I cross the line that shines before you go
Falling apart
Breathing fine in my old cage
I thought we were young enough to run away

Tame your dancing
The city's collapsing
Caught a whiff of who’s to blame
He said the clock is ticking, look in the mirror
I can't find your hiding place