Because the night's still young
Is why it feels so done
When I'm numb from slamming my head
On the iron that bounds me to you

And it's hard to say that you understand
When the walls are so close together
That you can't pass me the
Stiff drink that I desperately need

I know it's not the
Right thing to do
But I want to
I promise, it's under controi

Cause in the houses
They're all fighting
A grand divorce

And in the streets
They're holding hair

And you just stand
Under the awning
Pointing in both directions

And there's a vision
Of a perfect decision
Trying to jump off
The edge of your tongue

Too bad it's gone numb

And the thought of it
Lying dead under your toes
Forces the dead wind
Out of your lungs

Now be a big boy
And draw in the air, that
You seemed to forget
Was still there

You know exactly
What you should do
And you want to
And it's ok to be afraid

When in the houses
They're all fighting
A grand divorce

And in the streets
They're holding hands
An exodus

You stop out
From under the awning
And look up at the sun