Colored lights and clapboard cheap motels and starlight
 Restaurants glow like a string of oiled pearls
 As the smoke pours up through manholes in shimmering spirals
 Curling up the walls to rooms with rooftop views
 Under the wings and in the hollows little pockets filled with secrets
 Oh yeah [bad word]  Through the bridges and the tunnels throwing boots that catch on wires
 We’re [bad word] 
 So take these photographs and just cut them into pieces
 Til you landscapes [bad word] beautiful and wild
 Take these one-night stands and longtime disappointments
 Turn them into bars of gold and vintage wine

 I will change my name
 Forget everything

 Until the sun’s drawn in the water and the copters circle low up above
 Until the dream is just a dream of someone else’s fantasy life

 (you fall away)
 (you fall away)
 (you fall away)
 (you fall away)