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