We burn burn and we say goodnight
And we do it all again and around and around we go.
You cover ground with a dangerous life,
And you look like a painting of a bearded saint in a robe.
Even if we tell a lie no one's gonna know,
Until we fall back, fall back
Even though we're so sharp.
I built this house on solid ground,
Will you come and stay with me
I'll settle down.
I dig graves for the empty lives,
That have been to the bottom
And back again and again,
You cover ground with a natural high
And everywhere you go
The people invite you in.