church bells ringing muted singing
carries our exuberance away
our friends have all but left us
they departed many years ago
and they [bad word] back
they [bad word] back no more

we're hungover in the city of dust
let our [bad word] round in circles while we fall apart
we're hungover in the city of dust
let our [bad word] round in circles while we figure it all out

insolent and out of character 
we've changed so much I barely
recognize our formative lives 
hidden deep deep deep underground
and they [bad word] back
they [bad word] back no more

we're hungover in the city of dust 
let our [bad word] round in circles while we fall apart
we're hungover in the city of dust
let our [bad word] round in circles while we figure it all out

feeling moody dark and heavy 
there's no feeling in my left arm
resonances far away
trying [bad word] my thinking 
am I falling am I sinking
powder in my fingernails
and the belt wrapped around my shrinking waist is having trouble
trying to keep the [bad word] things up
want to write a single letter 
maybe then I'll feel much better
until then we'll float

we're hungover, yeah we are
we're hungover in the city of dust
we're hungover in the city of dust
so let our [bad word] round in circles while we figure it all out