from Salt, track released January 16, 2014
Please get that cake out of my face
I've had all that I could ever take
When it comes down to luck
I'm just as lucky as they come
God see's me shining like a candle in the breeze

I could ruin
I could do it so well
Mr. Bones cut in
I'm a sure-fire candidate
Show me those hands again

That fire burned out in the night sometime
You shouldn't have to hide when they turn out the lights
But I've been dreaming and I don't want you to see
The state I'm in

I couldn't resist; oh no, I couldn't back down
When you want to fight fair
I can always be found
Hiding out on the lawn, Plaster-of-Paris in my gloves
What you don't know, you don't know

I could ruin
I could do it so well
Mr. Bones cut in
I'm a sure-fire candidate
Show me those hands again

That fire burned out in the night sometime
You shouldn't have to hide when they turn out the lights
But I've been dreaming and I don't want you to see
The state I'm in

Lost, what's lost?
It don't mean shit to me now
You caught me talking to myself

Lost, what's lost?
I can always turn around
You caught me talking to myself
You caught me dreaming dreams I shouldn't have
You caught me dreaming dreams no one should have