Another dream interrupted
Another moment lost that I begged, stole and cheated for
I begged, stole and cheated once before
It's the 'would haves', the 'could haves'
And the 'damn I really did thats?'
Which make us who we are
We are the sun
We won't come up for just anyone
We will rest our heads for another hour
'Cause this town's still coming down
Get real or get out
Whoa whoa, nothing in this book is true
But it's exactly how things are
Whoa whoa, nothing in this book is true
So if you're pulling parts of sky down
And making curtains, 'cause the future's too bright
Then man, just kill the lights
Surely that's a given?
What good is closure, if it tears those drapes wide open?
I think I'll sit this out
I'd rather brave the come-down
Whoa whoa, nothing in this book is true
But it's exactly how things are
Whoa whoa, nothing in this book is true
We live our lives like a ghost at a feast
'Cause it's more poetic to wish for something
Than to get up and grab it
Get real or get out
G-Get real or get out
(I think it's time, we tried our hand at non-fiction)
Sure we might be further from the action than the grass
But at least we're wearing shoes that last
Hey, our hometown's not that bad
St. Crispin's got our backs
Oh whoa, nothing in this book is true
But it's exactly how things are
Whoa whoa, why do they call it a 'front'
When it only serves to push us back?