Lost sleep, lost track and I’m out of hand
Lost dreams are all the same
That’s all they say
Rep lips, red light and I’m not ashamed
Men dreams are all the same
They’re made of sand
I lost it. Taste it but it’s never sane
I ain’t a saint
And the light feels like a haze
The brain stops and the body sings
And the crowd feels like a rain
They wash away all our sins
Bad scenes, bad dreams and it’s out of hand
Sunrise and cigarettes
Are all that’s left
Lost street, day sleep but it’s not the same
Demons are never tamed
We live through them
I lost it. Taste it but it’s never sane
I ain’t a saint
And the light feels like a haze
The brain stops and the body sings
And the crowd feels like a rain
They wash away all our sins
Lights gone, right and wrong are the same
Heaven is just a name
For another hell
And the light feels like a haze
The brain stops and the body sings
And the crowd feels like a rain
They wash away all our sins
