Matchless Lighting

For years I've been taking the back roads
Matchless lighting guide me home
For years I've been shrugging at miracles
The word comes to me without moving a muscle

Baby we're the skin on the milk
Or the fly in the ointment?
I'm not so sure anymore

I remember the street lights
On the ring road
So impossibly tall
In the back seat tryna make sense of it all
Building reality from romance and utility
Rapture and rupture
Fracture and structure

Are we the skin on thе milk
Or a fly in the ointment?
I'm not so sure anymorе

And if you desire it
You can become a swaggering tyrant
Sidewind down the sidewalk
To a vending machine of sweet talk
When I see what you have become
I ask - do I love what I leave 'cause it keeps me numb?

Baby we're the skin on the milk
Or a fly in the ointment?
I'm not so sure anymore

Tryna figure it out
The force that fishes us out
And throws us back
Light us up and fade to black
Light us up and fade to black

Matchless lighting guide me home
Matchless lighting all I've known