In the thick, low lights
When you need the accident
You used to hide and wait
Then say that you got by In the thick low, low lights
I’ll be the gift that keeps on giving
Stay fit and faithful, we’re the living
Listen closely if you’re listening
You quit on a quitter and you’ll swear
It feels like winning
Well, go on and get
Your sunday sunlight
We’re lost in the back seat
With the rewind
You’re run down from research
Now you’ll refine
You’re desert, you’re desperate west
When understanding unwinds
It unwinds
We’ll be like this again;
In the end we’ll never
Look like this again
We’ll be like this again;
In the end we’ll never
Look like this again