The Blackout

The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen.

So don't get your hopes up.

This life's a contradiction, a typecast for hypocrisies,

But you run the miles away only to sell yourself short.

And I am the one who dreams of you.

I dream of you, I still dream of you.

Sirens fade from silence this is where the story ends.

In a dream of truth they'll never find you.

Yellow tape and empty chalk lines, that's all she wrote.

Head first through a noose.

I'd shed a tear for you, but you're not even here.

I scream your name for one last time.

Can you hear me now?

Can you feel me now?

But I must move on I find reason for years of weakening disaster.

So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache?

There's no hope left for solace.

I know, I know so I let go.

This blackout begins to define this sorry moment.

So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache?

I let go of everything I loved.

From all the bridge drops I leaver her crimson tide.

There's no hope left for solace.

I know, I know so I let go.

This blackout begins.