Winners

There were dreams on a full moon night
Big black hole in the middle of the light
Painless times, yeah, we were feeling alright
We were breaking down the walls
Dirty little basements and electric guitars
The sound of the river and the pines and the stars
Drank a little too much. Yeah, we took it too far
Well, but most of us survived

So much comin' out, there's nothin' goin' in
With your skirt above your knee and your murderous grin
Oh, tell me that you're not leaving

You were standing there so literal and free
Writing pretty poems and ruining me
It took a little time, but baby now I see
That the end is always near
I was sleeping on a couch with a shivering dog
Practicing my speeches and studying the law
Nothing in the cupboard but a hammer and a saw
And some nails to drive it home

So much comin' out, there's nothin' goin' in
I could write it down, but that would be a sin
And you know how I feel about sinnin'

Charlie's on stage and the roof may collapse
No one seems too worried 'bout the light in the gaps
Of the walls painted yellow and papered with maps
That remind us it's time to move on
Pretty little city built on a hillside
Music in the bars and fire in the sky
We went to the beach, and it was covered in ice
And I used to call it home

So much comin' out, there's nothin' goin' in
I know that you feel like you're never gonna win
Aw, but the world won't forgive a winner