Lists of swinging fists nobody saw

That were slicing through air at the foot of a stair of a bar

Make beds of busted heads pillowed and puffed

In some quiet and cordoned emergency ward they left us

So we always demurred with an ill-advised word
From some enemy's ill-equipped tongue

Sizzled and burned at our backs
So we learned to dodge

I guess we lost

Staring down the cliffs with my crew-cut

I had turned twenty-three and believed I was dangerous

Lists of swinging hips down in the clubs

They were holding their swerve
I am perfectly sure for us

And a photograph says what a photograph is
Holy shit were our faces so young

All pissed and thin-lipped as we tippled and tripped

It was fun

Guess we're done

Lies and flying flies sapping our blood

We fall down sliding down slipping slamming the ground
Cause we're f**ked

So I went down to the mystic
All head-ached and heart-sick

In line with the beggars and bums

Paid his price and he slurred

My advice is to turn and to run

Well I guess we're dumb

So it's just gather around partygoers
That's if you're still living

And not wasted washed-up watered down
And not dead or death-wishing

Those trumpets won't blow

The professional driver got lost

And all of those rulers and priests
From the highest to least ave been lined up and shot

How I prayed and I hoped it would lead to some moment
When all of it just flew apart

How I wished and I schemed it from whisper to scream
How I wanted to just hold your heart

In the palm of my hand and just watch

As it slows and it stops

Call the cops

We're star-crossed
We've gone numb

Well it was fun

Well I guess we lost

I guess we're done