We said this was “the last time”, over and over again (Blind eyes) The closer I get is the further I feel (Hands tied) And I’m losing my grip on remembering what’s real 'Cause our synthetic love is all that we know My head is a mess, And it’s going to

And it's blue And he's blue Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise You’re spilling like an overflowing sink

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

As I fight, trying to escape Covering my soul Watching the flames I must understand this wizard Fire is everything It burns, I provoke, It's beyond I feel, I create light Hypnotizing power I can't resist Reach out my hands, I feel the light

I'm comin' over See me down at the station By the lane With my hands in my pocket Jingling a wish coin That I stole from a fountain That was drowning all the cares in the world When I get older Climbin' up on the back porch fence

And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you

Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

That's the power of a woman It's the touch of her hand One smile, one tear, one whisper in your ear It can make a a man feel like a kid Or feel just like a clown It can make him run for cover Or stay and stand his ground It can make a man pick up the

Hand over fist Only if you got it bad enough, oh, oh Oh, oh, it's too late to leave, too late to leave Stay to soften the blow To drink and to smoke My blood from a stone I do expect fortunes to fold To soften the blow