Been wasting all our days
As tossing matches to a flame

We've been drinking hard so we're feeling brave
Enough to mourn the days that pass
Enough to raise a drinking glass

Enough to trade a sigh for a laugh.
We've been living off our miracles.


So what's a dreamer to do?
Climb up a mountain just for the view?
Cover each one of our backs just like a bruise?

I heard that time can heal all wounds,
"It'll make you good as new."
Well, I'm still picking at a few too soon.

We've been living off our miracles.