You've had too much to drink
As the past casts a shadow
It's fingers in your hair
Reminds you what's no longer there
With the cuts that scar your mind
Afflictions that don't heal with time
You slowly map the fading lights
In the parking lots of these endless nights
Driving in the morning light
The streets we passed early that night
You're almost home but you couldn't care
It's just a room there's nothing there
Tomorrow will be just the same
A different room a different name
You've told yourself you'd be alright
In the funeral of the nightlife
"A threaded needle is love
What would god say to me?
What could god say to me?"