Across the street the [bad word] 
Down in the gutter life is slipping away.
Let me still exist in another [bad word] down under cover
Of a helicopter blade.
The flames are getting higher
In effigy.
Burning down the bridges of my memory.
Love may still alive
Somewhere someday
Where they're downing only deer
hundred steel towns away.

Oh, rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a [bad word] 
With the words "I Love you"
Rolling off my tongue.
No never will I roam,
For I know my place is home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
I'll be sailing.

Photographs and kerosene
Light up my darkness,
Light it up,
Light it up.
I can still feel the touch
Of your thin blue [bad word] down the alley,
I've got my eyes all over you, baby.
Oh, baby.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, I've got lightning in my veins,
Shifting like the handle
Of a slot machine.
Love may still exist
In another place.
I'm just yanking back the handle,
No expression on my face.

Oh, rhythm of my heart
Is beating like a [bad word] 
With the words "I Love you"
Rolling off my tongue.
No never will I roam,
For I know my place is home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
I'll be sailing.