your faith is on the wall
breaking my honesty
for the price of a drink
they always seem to get in the way
but who’s to say we’ve got it made
we’re just sailing in winter seas
i’ve lost my right to love you
and you’ve succumbed to the disease
wasting a night of creation
for the loose change of a lonely liver
it’s become a painted dream
one that won’t get clearer
the path of chance does not dance
on empty bottles in your room
i’ve burned the sun with hidden lust
you broke your promise and cut my trust
for the price of a drink
they always seem to get in the way
winter blossomed into regret
our infant love left to decay