As the moon peeks out from beyond the clouds
I'm proud to say I might live another day
Stress has aged me beyond my years
A lethal equation summed up by fears and tears
I can't make them love me
So I paint on a smile
Fake it till you make it for awhile
They're all mesmerized by the city lights
But I think I'll just look towards the sky
Cause in my dreams you sent me messages from the deep
You asked love or money,
What would I prefer
But I chose you and your vibrant moods to
Bring me back to life and to remember
There were two champagne glasses there that night
Are you my destiny in the next go round?
Are you unhappy underground?
The football games, the empty space, the elegant waste, the promises you made
Cause mansions don't make someone rich
And the ***** of it all is that we never met
But I won't forget you-
A cradle in a bad mood. a comforter of all those you see right through
So come back to me
I'll pay you back times three
The quarterback in dreams
We will discover God and ask what he means about redemption