Three years and one thousand long nights later/
I sift through ashes on Stanton St./
This radiance, going invisible/
in a silent explosion we both scream/

All these photographs on the bedroom floor/
They sit like needles in my chest/
I'm lying naked in the bathtub/
It's filled with stale beer, nicotine and childrens fears now/

If these walls could talk all the kids know/
They would laugh and cry/
Oh my darling the room is getting cold/
Oh how I wish I could make this bed up/

Berkeley, this is my resignation/
Signed with my youth/
After all that you have taken and given to me/
I would do it again, it's not goodbye it's goodnight/

As this house dies I watch it come to life/
As our lives become remember whens/
Yes I do there was something about growing up we couldn't get past/
We're all just babies on the inside/
Learning how to lie better every year/
Tired and numb, drunken and dumb so tired and numb/

So sleep desperately/
On this bed of broken bottles and regret/
Awake average/
Under laughing ceilings and outstanding debt/

There are streets I will always call home/
And there are faces I will never stop loving/
And there are times when lives will rust and fail under repetition/
And there are always loop holes/
And I'm bowing out and blowing kisses/


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Curtain Call song meanings
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