The kiss of the dark
Paid to rivers yearn
Enough said

Enough said

Something's too old

I don't look at all
Enough dream
Enough here


Enough ashes spilled down
Had to talk to skip town

The high end of the man
How you feel on the crown


Looking further
If hell leads somewhere
Can I dream, can I beg

Just like summer
I miss where it is gone


On my own, I felt
Such a complete $#&@ing lie
Oh, every time

But I was waiting on a sign
And the moon at it's crest twists


Oh, who am I to win
Far away, who am I to win
Who am I to win

So little compared to them