Lyrics
Can you leave the door cracked?
Cause I might just come back.
In the form of a whisper,
deep delivered through sad songs and cigarettes.
We're cashing in our checks from time we invested,
and patience we tested.
We paid our debts.
You're living in the presence of an instant classic.
Built from distress flares
from the over dramatic and hopeless romantics.
We've all been burned.
We'll stand our ground.
This is our time now.
At a crossroads undetermined,
in the crosshairs, inconsistent and under wraps.
Trying not to save yourself.
And all this time we're turning back.
Second chances we never had.
You come face to face with the fact that.
You're living in the presence of an instant classic.
Built from distress flares from the
over dramatic and hopeless romantics.
We've all been burned. We'll stand our ground.
This is our time now.
Light a spark before the fire's out.
And if we give up now no one will stick around
to catch us before we hit the ground.
You're living in the presence of an instant classic.
Built from distress flares from the
over dramatic and hopeless romantics.
We've all been burned. We'll stand our ground. This is our time now.
You're living in the presence of an instant classic.
This is our time now.