There is no grace or poise I've truly known
In childlike wonder or screaming for your life
But there's some in everyone
Who cares to undo every flight the crow has flown
You think we know what we're doing here
You think you know what we're all about
There is no romance to lie or sensationalize
Well I grieve for clipped wings of desire
I won't taint the blood that runs
So thinly in our high wire phase
With memory now a sweet and distant balance
We drank again, we're drunk again
I ain't got anything to say to anyone anymore
