We change through the autumn of our age,
All we're leaving behind are the stains of our days,
The forecast today is a silent fall from grace,
All we're leaving behind are the stains of our days.
Stop time.
Tonight we dine with the 'Harlot' and the 'Swine',
Taste heaven and our sins,
Mark the spot where we come crashing in.
How's the view from up there?
Where your darting between wishes and double dares,
3 inches from the atmosphere.
So call it in the air.
These hands won't move to shape our plans,
All we're leaving behind are the stains of our days,
The forecast today is a silent fall from grace.
All we're leaving behind are the stains of our days.
If this is all we know let's call it home
How's the view from up there?
Where your darting between wishes and double dares,
3 inches from the atmosphere.
So call it in the air.
(Let's build) a monument to document swimming with the sharks again
(Applauding my return, while singing curses to the world)