作词 : Buckner
Once upon a blue thing or two, eyes and sighs and a moon-confused, we heard the sparks fly and we 
watched their lies. Some died in retreat, some in jealousy 
You know boredom breeds temptation in it's wake, but you will look @ what temptation's done? 
There's spirits here in the hollow and a message @ the bottom of the bottle:
"the sky tonight is grey."
"the quiver and the quake..."
We cheered away a goodbye rye then bled on down the road, 
but when the buzz was over, ... [man, it was gettin' cold]
The years are slow, so I'll lie alone. Do you want your name to burn away? 
But, lies aside, will I ride along and through and over you? 
Sleep, shame, Reno's low behind in flames. So, in your misty midst, on 
your lowland frame, won't you sleep, shame?