When the night light in the sky dims
And the thunder rolls while I sleep...

A cry so soft and weak
Has no chance of actually living...

She writes her name on the wall in eyeliner
She's a bittersweet mirror slave liar...

How you remind me of
The nights we talked on the telephone...

Baby, I'm so tired of
The streetlights and the wind chimes...

I'm just a speck in your imaginary life
And when your head hits the pillow...

Fly with my cover flow
I'll drive 'till the only nonexistent is the road...

Lines are cold when painted black
Past suburbia I'm driving fast...

Until the day I die
I mark my grave in this town...

I'm in the mood for a tragic story
So entertain me with the tale of our past...

I know there was something left to say
After all the damage, it became hard to...

Someday I'll tell you about my adventures
But for now let's find the nearest open door...