Guitar riff meet really old lyrics and some slightly a-typical production tricks.
Cigarettes on this rainy day.
Got me watching all the streetcars as they fade to gray...
I’m wond'ring what old Mary would say,
"Yeah, our little boy has lost his way."
Who's to blame?
A bottle of gin and the TV is static.
Got these stones in my heart and the bones in the attic.
I’m a paradeluded-insomniomatic.
Held a dream then decided to smash it.
Draw the line...
[ CHORUS ]
A mirror in a bowling alley,
Throw the ball, shatter an image.
A phantom face found in Death Valley,
Taste the wine, my own vintage.
A rhinestone chain wrapped around my throat.
This leash of love that I choke for some hope.
I light a match just to watch it glow.
The dancing shadows far below.
Dance all night...
Dance alone.
(repeat chorus)
Spider-web on a dirty wall,
I'm a fly trapped in life...
Hear the death of silence call,
I'm a voice lost at night...
Desert rose in a field of snow,
Let it go, let it go, let it go...