Waves of fallen hair down over my eyes
Layin' there in the dust of memory
What am I coming here to see?
Once I was taken and once I was held
In a world of your making, before it fell

Nights running wild shot from the bottle to the skies
I had a song, I had a band
The sweetest plan, the softest hands
Then I was taken and there I was held
In a world of our making, before it fell
In a world of our making

The ashtrays are full and the bacon is fried
A place where I'm welcome, every kiss is goodbye
And the space in between nothing
And something is everything
What is shown and what is seen
Where I've lived and where I've been

Where I was taken and where I was held
In a world of your making, before it fell
In a world of your making, before it fell
In a world of your making