She's got red shoes
And a bad excuse
Suitcase in hand
And a head full of blues
When the mind goes bad
The body gets put to use
You can call it war
I call it a boiling truce
Are you my ex to be
Are you my ecstasy
Just a memory
Living out in the daylight
Is the tide full or flat
Are you bored are
You trapped
Where is my ashtray at
And am I leaving
And am I leaving
And am I leaving
And am I leaving
He's got a suit and tie
With an evil eye
Pocket full of lullabies
And a fresh supply
When the mind loses feel
Your feelings just fry
You can call it desperate
I call it hello goodbye
Are you my ex to be
Are you my ecstasy
Just a memory
Living out in the daylight
Is the tide full or flat
Are you bored are
You trapped
Where is my ashtray at
And am I leaving
And am I leaving
And am I leaving
And am I leaving
And as the fog turns the platform to ash
As your face spins by and then turns back
And as the
Steam and steel
Turning wheels
Metal screaming
Fire squeals
Coal is burning
Blood returning
My hearts imploding
Where are you going / Am I leaving
Where are you going / Am I leaving
Where are you going / Am I leaving
Where are you going / Am I leaving
Are you my ex to be
Are you my ecstasy
Just a memory
Living out in the daylight
Is the tide full or flat
Are you bored are
You trapped
Where is my ashtray at
And am I leaving
And am I leaving
And am I leaving
And am I leaving