Might as well be miles away Cut me down with a look so beautiful Walk around like you own the place And you know that you can have Anything that you want And I feel it like the shot from a ray gun And I’d give you every dollar I got And you know
Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint Burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe Little in the bank accounts You got nothing to say, I don’t have much And it’s a god damn shame
I know that you hold the cards You got bad news written all over you They say love shouldn’t be this hard And it’s cold You’re disappearing when I’m feeling sick Cloud of smoke and a Fox-haired mystic I didn’t come here to leave like this And it’s cold
Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint Burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe Little in the bank accounts You got nothing to say, I don’t have much And it’s a god damn shame
We try to drive to those horizon lines We can’t define We try to drive to those horizon lines We can’t define
Eyes like a fire, but you talk like a saint Burn like a dollar, light a match in a safe Little in the bank accounts You got nothing to say, I don’t have much And it’s a god damn shame I don’t have much, And it’s a god damn shame I don’t have much, And it’s a god damn shame