So such an interesting moon only brought doubt and silence.

Linkwaters flows on an autumn day.

The thought in the spring, but nothing's changed.

Blurry lights through drunken nights.

No denials from a problem child.

No matter how hard I try, it all ties back to you.

Bonfires and pumpkin lots and flat tires and smoking spots and feeding hungry night owls that always seem to be on the prowl.

Rumors feed rolling slides and tumors of quiet minds where I know I'll never learn.

But I'd prefer to stay here and burn.

Flames toss in the night sky, waking up my tired eyes.

Lighting fires that burn away, and bad memories that never fade.

A lesson learned at every turn, and redemption I didn't earn.

Salvation is just a word, it all ties back to...

Bonfires in parking lots And flat tires in smoking spots And feeding hungry night owls They always seem to be on the prowl

Rumors feed rodents' lives And tumors of acquired minds Well, I know I'll never learn

But I'd prefer to stay here and burn.

Soul searching in a crescent moon Only brought doubt and silent truths

Lake waters froze on an autumn day.

The thawed in the spring, but nothing's changed.

A lesson learned at every turn.

And redemption I didn't earn.

Salvation is just a word.

It all ties back to...

Bonfires in parking lots And flat tires in smoking spots And feeding hungry night owls That always seem to be on the prowl Rumors feed rodent slives And tumors of a quiet mind Well, I know I'll never learn

But I'd prefer to stay here, no Fong fires and parking lots And flat tires and smoking spots And feeding hungry night owls They always seem to be on the prowl

You must be grown and sliced and tumors of a quiet mind.

Well, I know I'll never learn.

But I'd prefer to stay here and burn.