there's no such thing as bad days when that's what you got all the way i'd proudly look younger on a sunny night wonder if i prayed remember that old smoky room smellin' of bad cheap perfume or hearts oh so mellow or minds painting dawnings too soon
crossed the line that told us not to try crossed this heart with lilac-green own sparks
my misery turns into gold when i just can't bargain my soul i felt so outraged when the devil said 'go home, my son
