So leave it what it is
Just give it time
And try your best to smile
Give her lengths of love
But the party’s gone
The party’s gone
Fall to candy wall
Evenings slide
What a waste of time
Though you still get by
Searching for the things
That make [bad word] alive

It goes down to this
It’s why you’re here
Oh, why you walk
Fall to candy wall
Holdin’ hands
Well, that’s a start
Goes back many years
These gamut boys
Millionaires
Take me on a ride
I like you well enough
to leave your mother’s arc

Mystique survives in the night

I hope [bad word] after life
I hope [bad word] after life