x2 outside there s a boxcar waitin for us it ain t in a rush so we can paint with a brush made of patience and such and keep the faith in our guts now these ants in my heart got it dancin in the dark with a flash and a spark she advances with a shark in a choke hold no cold we re eatin good tonight the two leadin look a likes from every seedy nook in site hindsight flight of the offshore fishermen this feelin even better than the fair weather men that led me to believe led me to the seas where the fish and disease are just wicks lit in the breeze leave the injuries leave like a treaty from the hand of the bleeding while we stand there repeating we can t leave this evening it s too young to start retreating we can t leave this evening it s too young to start retreating x2 so now we re leaping from highs to highers as we re sleeping beside a fire and it s creeping inside the bed creeping inside the bed creeping inside the bed x2 so with a stomach full of monarchs and eat sleep on repeat we leave them two leaves and leave this life at ease riders on a storm too perfect to put into words perfect is what it deserves curve the hurt and the nerves so we can work our limbs around an urge and grin and bear the verge of overkill motor skill heads heading towards a bed of roses called a haystack and on the way back i see her face crack she s having dreams that a runaway cat came back and i don t know what to say that ll change that and i can t take that so when i can taste your misery vividly i want to instantly turn it into history bitterly sweet hearts and in the restart livin like we heart too heart to heart for x41