Bloodshot eyes

Mutinous minds

Hang us up to dry

Hang us up to dry

Like photographs

We'll try not to laugh

Why can't we do it like we did back then

Our tale of triumph

Our tale of tragic

All marbled with just that bit of magic

Coming down like meteorites fall

Bare knuckles on the concrete wall

And whatever remains

Dies like echoes

Apart at the seams

How it slips away from me

In the neon glow

Of the streets we roam

We barely noticed just how much that we had grown

Out of a rebel flame

We were born the same

Why can't we do it like we did back then

And whatever remains

Dies like echoes

Apart at the seams

Empty dreams and souvenirs

How it slips away from me

How it feels to catch a dream