Lyrics
We were 17
Hoping for better things
Like worms waiting for wings
And high school rings
Fight Club was sold out
We went to see Inferno instead
You said, "I never even heard of it
But I liked Karate Kid"
Who's that riding on the banks of the Rio Grande?
It's Jean-Claude Van Damme
It's Jean-Claude Van Damme
Who's that riding on the banks of the Rio Grande?
It's Jean-Claude Van Damme
It's Jean-Claude Van Damme
I can't make sense of this
Why some memories persist
Halfway through we left
And shared a cigarette
I can't go home
The way is dark and overgrown
Although your hand's in my hand
I fail to understand
Who's that singing in the land of the falling rain?
I think it's Kurt Cobain
I think it's Kurt Cobain
Who's that singing in the land of the falling rain?
I think it's Kurt Cobain
I think it's Kurt Cobain
In this recurring dream
Two swans on a rushing stream
Things are seldom as they seem
In a fevered dream
And into the fire
Into the fire, they go
Far from the world they know
Into the fire, they go