Its a nightmare, its a brisk swim across Its that street lamp, its the homeless in the park Its the colour of your hair when the moon hits the brick in the ivy above It's a dark bar, its the neighbours making love Its my funeral and my nemesis showed up Its the dusk amongst the woods, its a shame that I can't tak it back still wish that I could Its been trouble from the day we started, never thought we'd get this far I been roaming through the streets and markets trying to forget that part On my hands, on my knees back to the yard Its my shadow, its a constant creeping up Its a longshot, but my time it isn't up Its the hands behind the wheel, its the frame on the mantle where grandma and grandfather stood On Trinity's front step the sun hitting so hard There's something bout that racket that really draws me in This ain't the city, this ain't the time to hide behind your sins Its a shame its this place drawing me in