Sleep, before the morning takes hold 'Cause in a moment we'll be tired and weak Buried like the dog in the back of the yard And find, a good philosophy Before the weight of all the numbers comes crashing into reality We're bound to this dirt Where lovers have come and gone Haunting it like a ghost And now she's still hurt But we're finding a new home Along the Atlantic Coast ♪ Peek, through your cracked eye lids 'Cause everything is not as it seems It's just what people try to make of it And life, is 'bout as easy as a dream You struggle till you find that nothing really matters at all We're bound to this dirt Where lovers have come and gone Haunting it like a ghost And now she's still hurt But we're finding a new home Along the Atlantic Coast ♪ We were smoking away the desire Never wanted to say he was right Till the cracks in the door broke the fire You won't have it You won't have it We were smoking away the desire Never wanted to say he was right Till the cracks in the door broke the fire You won't have it You won't have it We were smoking away the desire Never wanted to say he was right Till the cracks in the door broke the fire You won't have it You won't have it