The good old days, the honest man.
The restless heart, the promised land.
A subtle kiss that no one sees.
A broken wrist and a big trapeze.
The teenage queen, the loaded gun.
The drop dead dream, the chosen one.
A southern drawl, the world unseen.
A city and a trampoline.
Slipping in my faith till I fall,
he never returned that call.
Woman, open that door, don't let it sting.
I wanna breathe that fire again.
She said I don't mind, if you don't mind.
'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine.
Put your back on me.
Put your back on me.
Put your back on me.
Before you jump, tell me what you find,
when you read my mind.
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