Poetry, Prose & Bars Lyrics

Poetry, prose and bars

We ran from the stars

Until the time we were alone

And we ran to the ends of our lives

In hopes of doing fine

But you know you know we don't

And I heard that happiness is a state of mind

But not mine

Desperate times call for desperate pleasures

And so the carousel turns once more

And you fall into the playground of defeat

Where you dance alone

Waiting for something or someone to find you

Once again

You've got your cheap thrills

That remind you to forget about yesterdays cost

And the game of submission has you in ruins

Till you find out once more

As it comes knocking

At your door

Despite the hard times

We'll be living tonight

Just me, Enyo and my woman unkind

She says you'll be alright

Who cares if we get lonely

We'll borrow some happiness from tomorrow

And be together tonight