Long After Tonite's Candles Are Blown

Obliterated by the times
In sepia release
Count your pennies on the beach
Broken by beliefs
The lost souls and the barroom ghouls
W? poet hunch
Faded hippie's on the steps
His soul is out to lunch
And all of this forever stuff
Keeps us all afraid
Keeps my finger on my pulse
Keeps my bills all paid
Keeps me running on the spot
Keeps me looking at the clock
You're a miracle of morning light
After the pirate ship that winter night
We are holding on to life
Because heaven, heaven is a lie
Mornings, movies, scratchy eyes
I'm fucked by Friday night
Stupid songs, the weary ones
So desperate to fight
To beat it the dead said shout
The flower in the fire
Sad night glows and tippy-toes
All of those sweet lies
Gathered in the downstairs bar
All mates and shy companions
The history of tapes and times
A million queued confessions
From Beverley Road to Junction Road
And on the stage tonight
The guitars break
I make mistakes
We are freezeframed in our own dumb light
We are holding on to life
Because heaven, heaven is a lie
Fall in love with what we were
We planned to go back there
Still keep those shirts and visions
The way we wore our Pete Tork hair
These nights they are our treasures
Kept in our pockets near
I'll stand outside and watch the scene
The formation of a ruin
Every sad soul locked inside
Too scared to get going
We're holding on to life
Because heaven, heaven is a lie
Long after tonight's candles are blown
and all the sweethearts have gone home
before the morning kettle sings
before our wrinkles have set in
before that light beckons us home
before the final film is shown
before that last drunk song is sung
I'll hold on to your hand
I'll hold on to everyone
And all we believe in
I'm holding on to life
Because heaven, heaven is a lie
We're holding on to life
Because heaven, heaven is a lie