She spends too much time with her self every night just fooling arround with her fears.
In the morning she mournes the decline of her mind, drowning in a bottle of bear.
Its too dangerous just to think about what she might have been.
If she, sung for salvation, if she danced on her dreams.
There's gonna be peace in the valley tommorow.
Cause tonight she's gonna throw them all away.
She feels so twisted. She aint ever gonna fix it.
She's just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day.
Well, he don't know if he's a communist, a hedonist or a whore.
He spent too much time riding on the white line, to find the door.
But if he did and he opened it, he'd find his letters in the hall.
But he's too blind to read between the lines, cause the writings on the wall.
Chorus
Well I got ecstacy, if you need some company.
You got that mystery, Lord I need a plan.
All I got is this compromise, and a bag full of alibis.
Lord as empty as the bottle of whisky in my shaking hand.
There's gonna be