Out in the everglades
Sleeping in with the poor is a fortune for the brave,
I can easily say that we will never change
But be implacable and never lose your flames.
Wouldn't you say that the world has spit on you enough.
Unanswered prayers, sleeping under streetlights
And I don't understand the danger of talking them up, Talking them up
Every night,
You salvage every skyline,
Only enough so that you might have the chance to feel fine.
Nooooooooaaahhhoooooooo.
The chance to feel fine.