When we were young we'd disappear For days or was it years? Escaping the cold winds off Coney Island I caught the last train with the last ghosts In your pearls and your drugstore diamonds Your blue eyes hidden My heart when I find them I'm still waking up to the dark old days I'm still living up to the dark old days The dark old days We were sainted, we were haunted You were everything that I'd ever wanted We had the time to set a watch to I lost track now look what I slept through But I thought we both knew the same devils The same shadows, the same black metal The boys have been drinking The streets are singing November's dead neon's got my ears ringing I'm still waking up to the dark old days I'm still living up to the dark old days And I hope you fall down laughing