and when the floor gave out we made our way to the ground and laid for hours in the ashen dirt we knew we didnt have much but it was ours between loneliness and some broken love id choose none of the above they say we wanted it a little too much oh its a distant land the one where we live but it slipped from our hands the grass overgrown the broken family home see the place where we grew up turned a circus for gamblers and gawkers and theives when the word got around we spilled out on the streets as the banks decorate every house in defeat all set to expire a fighter past his prime my daddy said no one likes a whiner but i got shiners on both eyes boy is there a job for you and if there was would you even want to cause when the floor gave out we made our way to the ground and laid for hours cut up and hurt you held me firm the world moved on without us i know my honestys a little too much but theres no one fighting for us is there something here that you can still love still my memory stays and replays the first time that we held or was it our world at all young and racing towards nothing was it our world at all burning headlong with the blinders on sold all my stock of the american dream more than someone to fuck before we all fall asleep i see a broken world coming for us and maria its you and me fighting for love if we can believe its enough well take the bombs from the great above 