Tis the season of the year to turn inside And to see each day turn into night And I'm thinking of a word I could use to describe I've given up on every theory, law and design I've got my keys and my money and I've got my phone My mind is in a place nobody knows I hate the things that I used to like I must be stepping to the beat of such an off time Or rather my step must be taken by the dawn's early light You know I meant what I said when I said you were mine I guess I'll head on home to a private life I got the heat on high I won't freeze this time The officer is dead, the criminals have fled Your miracle ends here My legs may be raised but my head's held high They be teasing and teaming and lining up like flies You know I wouldn't dare dream of a corrupted spine But the seed of my youth feels awful sometimes The fantasy has ended, your alibi confessed Your own world will make a better man dead Tonight, oh you Tonight, oh you The memory of you still lingers the next night Maybe I'll beat myself up or off, so hard to decide We both look and do not look at different times I've got one hand in my pocket I won't lose this time Dream or be dreamt of was the guy's stupid line Tonight, oh you Tonight, oh you