The Good Book

You were saved by the good book

I was saved by the half full glass

So come on, take a good look

'Cause this party will be our last

Now they've closed down the old bar

This town's like an empty box

Well, they can't have got that far

'Cause I still see some swinging locks

When falling feels like flying, there's a dangerous hope

'Cause the ground comes at you faster than you think

And lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves

Is where you feel the most at home these days

When you called, I was screening

It confused me to hear your voice

It was like I was dreaming

And the ten years became a noise

That I could barely remember

Just enough to open the wounds

And in the darkest December

I can howl at the early moon