Dark streets, carry me home now and I've stayed too long.
We're brave men to sip the stars dry and leave sleep alone.
I've built this house out of a fate-driven dream,
and these walls aren't what they seemed.
Light breaks again, and I can't follow you down.
Hurt stays when the work is over, and we've stayed too long.
Ill save what memory lends me, when these days are gone.