The streets are soked in the same stale liquor
And there's a cloud of doubt in my mind
I thought I saw a friend I'd figured for a while
That I wouldn't find
With the golden glow of the distant city
You were just a silhouette:
As the street lights flickered like shining
Mirrors I called out, but you'd already left -
You'd already left
As my thoughts collide, there's no silver
Lining and it's raining doubt in my mind
Then my thoughts divide into tiny pieces and
I keep them safely inside
Cos tragedy is the same stale liquor, god -
It tastes like home
You were just a silhouette:
I figured I probably should have known -
I should've known