I was searching the fires of the deep

Locked horns with myself in my sleep

Got lost in a haze of defeat

Things didn’t matter

Ran out of the places to run

Sought up in the things that I done

So it’s a good day when your face came along

And things could get better

We can’t talk about when we were young

Spend our last days in the sun

And one day one of us will be gone

And then things will matter