Regretful hands grip the rounds while we're off out of town With only a bottle and some trouble clasping good sounds When I'm leaving my silence behind
When you have gone insane and you see it in your eyes Well it's only dark in corners of your mind Blue rivers in your veins can carry thoughts downstream to valleys where branches
Come golden rays of light They can only take my mind Where trails of smoke unwind
I can hear the clock tower's I was waiting there outdoors I dwelled under those stars