He hates how he feels but he hangs like a mirror
For two cents of danger he'd trust anybody
He'd smoke like a gun
If it meant he might wind up in neon

The dreams in the light of a promise that dies
A shimmering city, a glimmer of hope and a lie
The name's gone, there's no reason why anymore
Trust them and wind up alone behind a locked door

I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a sad day...