The key to the good life was always a fake
You can stop in your tracks or die in the wake
Or another blind fortune wasted on fame
Can you look in my eyes and tell me your real name?
Brass lamp is lit by the side of the bed
We're pretending to kiss but the walls are all red
If we were able to live in our hearts
The current of blood would just pull us apart
So long. The hills were upside down
Autumn wore a crown. And all the world was smiling