Big Time

I've lowered my glass to the table, I've fashioned this smile from a dream
The stars overhead bear their meaning with the weight of the sky, or so it seems
Speak to the voices imagined in stories you sing from afar
The tiniest voices resound from the murmur, the trace, and the scars
Sometimes the thread comes bear
Sometimes I look for me to find you there
This will be the last time, I'm gonna walk the straight line
This will be the last time, gonna be my last crime
This will be the last time, this will be the last time
But we're gonna have a big time, we're gonna have a big time
Cast out this bad land with witness like smoke from a railroad in plume
Stone crumbled soft 'neath the bedside in colors the earth left to ruin
Speak with a trace owed to tempests of grace so unkind, I don't dare
Your mind shows the power, the proof, that judgment's a spectra, a prayer
The weight of your mind holds to capture
Closing your eyes holds the key
Imagine a world that's living
Imagine an air you can breathe
So I raise up my glass to the sky now
I've lowered the lights to a purr
I weep at the sight of your virtue
To ward off the demons for sure