Just waste away the years, 
on down that lonely road, 
waiting for the smoke to clear, 
like a stain on your soul. 
And when you look in the mirror, 
giving up the ghost, 
Oh do you feel the night ahead? 

We are so ill inside these cavern walls, 
with every thorn and knife in our minds. 
We hope each breath will break our fall, 
then turn around to let love die. 

Here in the backyard of our father's house, 
we just dig our own grave out, 
and have you ever felt the cold the way it feels right now? 
No, nothing's changed, we're still the same, 
and nothing's changed. 

We're lost in this city, 
while the good lord sleeps. 
But i've made a home on it's high seas., 
on it's high seas of make believe. 
We're just lost in this city.