Chamberlain The Simple Life
Dark streets, carry me home now and I've stayed too long.
We're brave men to sip the stars dry and leave sleep
alone. I've built this house out of a fate-driven dream,
and these walls aren't what they seemed. Light breaks
against, and I can't follow you down. Hurt stays when the
work is over, and we've stayed too long. I'll save what
memory lends me, when these days are gone.
