Old Times

Baby, the mood is gone
Brace yourself for these nights are long
It's not news to me
To feel the groans
Of wasted lives in these prideful times

Think its easy to live a lie?
How could you ever be sure if you never try?
White demons clip my wings
I roll the dice
You're a million bodies away when I'm like this
But I think I can feel you by my side

Baby I need time to get away
Baby I need time to get straight
Without you

It's not right
Your sadness paints a million watt display
Take your time
My happiness is
Lying, waiting, leading us astray

Baby we need time to get away
Baby we need time to get straight
Baby we need time to get away
Without this