Empty lots in my head
Thoughts collapsing behind
Catch a fever instead
Clear the weight of my mind
Like you're falling apart
With your back to the wall
Thanks for wasting my time
Didn't ask you to wait
Don't blame me for trying
Until you create
A better plan than to break the lock
Run away
The candle's caught in the Middle East
They've got my name and they're taking me down
Oh god, I hope that you make it out
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh-oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh-oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh-oh oh oh oh oh
Pieces of eight in your dreams tonight
Pictures of you by the city light
Dressed to the nines, and I wish you were mine
Oh, I wish you were mine
We're all, all
All behind
(We're all behind)
Whoa, behind the eight ball
Whoa-oh, behind the eight ball
We're all behind the eight ball
Whoa-oh oh oh oh-oh, behind
Stand alone in the dark
At least open your eyes
Every spark is a flare
Only when the light dies
Now I open it up
Like a permanent star
Run away
It's never good when the ringing stops
It gets you awake and you take it up
Oh god, I hope that
You make it out
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh-oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh-oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh-oh oh oh oh oh
Visions of waves in your dreams tonight
Visions of you by the city light
City light, city light
Dressed to the nines, I wish you were mine
Oh, I wish you were mine
We're all, all, all behind
(We're all behind)
Whoa, behind the eight ball
Whoa-oh, behind the eight ball
We're all behind the eight ball
Whoa-oh oh oh oh-oh, behind
Whoa, behind the eight ball
Whoa-oh oh oh oh-oh, behind the eight ball