vampires

and the branches hang down in a canopy of green

they are outstretched like fingers that can't believe what they've seen

and if the trees are the gravestones, this town is our pasture to lie

and we'll go for drinks and we'll make our ears ring

we'll forget all of this yeah we'll piss it all clean

and we'll laugh and then die and in the morning start over again

we know all of the answers

its the questions we can't seem to fake

and if god is a whisper

then the devil's a chill down your spine you can't shake

and we all live like vampires

that stay in from the light of the day

and emerge into moonlight

where hope burns in our eyes and we wish it would stay

till the morning, when we can start over again

and i'll be your jester for a smile and a nod

yeah i'll dance for a quarter while you cash in my heart

i'm your midnight revolver and you're playing roulette in the dark

but when the sparrows head south for the cold of the year

i would hop on their backs, yeah i'd fly through the air

for the warmth of your smile and a sunshine to paint this town red

we know all of the answers

its the questions we can't seem to fake

and if god is a whisper

then the devil's a chill down your spine you can't shake

and we all live like vampires

that stay in from the light of the day

and emerge into moonlight

where hope burns in our eyes and we wish it would stay

till the morning, when we can start over again

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