starlight is streaming down a dead end street lead our way back to something good it s high time we turned around this lousy luck you know tonight i think that we could raise my glass to starting over knock on wood we re getting warmer now it s hard to read the street signs in these dim lights and soft reflections no dead ends just new directions say that i think we re on an incline don t you i lose myself sometimes on these broken streets but i still dream i cough i breathe so beat me down i won t ever leave and even though i bruise myself somehow and the same concrete and lose some skin this world we re in can do its worst it ll never win we float away like fireflies in city night across the park where the flowers end and the nothing starts til we re half dead and scheming here in your backyard find some truth in the wine we spill fell short tonight but we ll keep coming back we always have and we always will i lose myself sometimes on these broken streets but i still dream i cough i breathe so beat me down i won t ever leave and even though i bruise myself somehow and the same concrete and lose some skin this world we re in can do its worst it ll never win  but right now i don t care your smile s like a cure to my poison luck in pitch black we lay back and laugh til the sun comes up and we hold fast