Fog is crawling in
Light is getting dull
Feasting on our envy
Never getting full
Air is punching down
Wolves move in pairs
Got nothing to do with my fingers
Run 'em through your hair
The world is open
But not to us
Like a neon sign flickering
So your eyes adjust
Run the changes
Like dancers do
Looking out at vacant faces
That never see you
I stow my baggage
Overhead
The pilot's certain
The sky is clear for flying
It's almost funny
When the plan comes crashing
Who gave up first
That depends on who you're asking
Maybe the best of us
Are only good at laughing
The kingdom is fallen
Two-bedroom apartment
Holding up the broken arm
Crooked vines climbing
Rooms and planets
Dying stars
Tears flooding the engine
Of our family car
I drive faster
When the music's good
It pries me open
Like talking never could
I'm making speeches
When the drinks are flying
Who gave up first
That depends on who is lying
Maybe the best of us are only
Good at trying
Do we ever
Get close enough
To touching skin of
The promises we're making
Maybe the best of us
Are only good at taking
Maybe the rest of us
Are only good at faking
Maybe the rest of us
Are only good at breaking
