These visions in your vapor make you more and less
Keeping chaos is a chore today
But that murder in your sorrow bellows smoke and death
I wonder what the neighbors... will think of to say?
Thunderstorms, banging on my windows
Chloroform, sticking to my face and then
Careful now, a symbol is a promise
Going down, going down in flames
Before the crash
We get you home
It's nothing serious
It's just the space between the sword and stone
Only the ones left over
Will ever get it right
We all know (know)
We know the riddle but the answer is mine
Cause only the ones left over
Will ever get it right
We all know (know)
We know the future is another Friday knight