Pressure building Don't push me Let me get off the ground To you I'm no longer bound I need you out of my head You got me close to the edge I'm trapped and my back's up against the wall I see no solution or exit out I'm grinding it out, no one can see

He's got a fool hearted memory That won't let him see That she walked out the door He sits patiently Here every night so it can fool him more Nickels and dimes Memories and wines She's on his mind once again The same old stool

From the coming dawn, That seeks to drown us in the flames But if we sell our soul, For the chance of gold, Then we'll rue each passing day! Come on lets Save our lives, The city grieves, like widows clasping Folded flags against their hearts

We took a Polaroid You signed your name up on it I put it in my wallet All of a sudden I never was looking, hmm I'll be looking for the rest of my life Hoping I'd see your face again It captured the look in your eyes It's only a matter of time

He's got a fool hearted memory That won't let him see That she walked out the door He sits patiently Here every night so it can fool him more Nickels and dimes Memories and wines She's on his mind once again The same old stool

I want to get in the zone All my people on the floor let me see you dance All my people up for more let me see you dance All my people, 'round and 'round let me see you dance All my people in the crowd, let me see you dance I want to get stupid Trying to

Through chaos as it swirls It's us against the world Just erodes us in the rain Oh morning come bursting, the clouds amen Lift off this blindfold, let me see again Bring back the water, let your ships roll in In my heart she left a hole The tightrope

He's got a fool hearted memory That won't let him see That she walked out the door He sits patiently Here every night so it can fool him more Nickels and dimes Memories and wines She's on his mind once again The same old stool

High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again But it's not that easy High hopes, oh, when it all comes to an end And the world keeps spinning Broken bottles in the hotel lobby Seems to me like I'm just scared of never feeling it again I know

I know we'll be lovers again, darling I know we'll be lovers again It's a matter of time The one in the end, I was your friend Till you see that I'm I got pictures of you in funny poses Letters from you with pressed yellow roses I've got souvenirs of fun