We burn burn and we say goodnight
and we do it all again and around and around we go.
You cover ground with a dangerous life,

and you look like a painting of a bearded saint in a robe.

Even if we tell a lie no one's gonna know,

until we fall back, fall back
even though we're so sharp.
I built this house on solid ground,

will you come and stay with me
I'll settle down.


I dig graves for the empty lives,
that have been to the bottom
and back again and again,

you cover ground with a natural high
and everywhere you go
the people invite you in.