Winners

There were dreams on a full moon night
Big black hole in the middle of the light
The painless times that we were feeling alright
We were breaking down the walls
Dirty little basements and electric guitar
The sound of the river and the pines in the stars
We drank a little too much and we took it too far
Well the most of us survived
So much coming out, there's nothing going in
With the skirt above your knee and your murderous grin
Oh, tell me that you're not leaving
You were standing there so literal and free
Writing pretty poems and ruining me
It took a little time but baby now I see, that the end is always near
I was sleeping on a couch with a shivering dog
Practicing my speeches and studying the law
Nothing in the cupboard but a hammer and a saw
and some nails to drive it home
So much coming out, there's nothing going in
I could write it down but that would be a sin
and you know how I feel about sinners
Charlie's on stage in the roof making laughs
and no one seems too worried about the light in the gaps
of the walls painted yellow and papered with mats
They remind us it's time to move on
Pretty little city built on a hillside
there's music in the bars and fire in the sky
We went to the beach and it was covered in ice
and I used to call it home
So much coming out, there's nothing going in
I know that you feel like you're never going to win
But the world won't forgive a winner