I lowered my glass to the table
I fashion this smile from a dream
The stars overhead bear their meaning
With the weight of the sky, or so it seems
Speak to the voices imagined
In stories you sing from afar
The tiniest voices resound from
From the murmur of the trace and the scars
Sometimes the threat comes back
Sometimes I look for me to find you there
This'll be the last time
I'm gonna walk a straight line
This'll be the last time
Gonna be my last crime
This'll be the last time
This'll be the last time
But we're gonna have a big time
Yeah, we're gonna have a big time
Cast out this bail and with witness
Like smoke from a railroad in Plume
Stone crumbled soft 'neath the bedside
In colors the earth left to ruin
Speak with a trace owed to tempest
Of a grace so unkind I don't dare
You mind shows the power of proof that
That judgement's a specter in prayer
Sometimes the threat comes back
Sometimes I look for me to find you there
This'll be the last time
I'm gonna walk a straight line
This'll be the last time
Gonna be my last crime
This'll be the last time
This'll be the last time
But we're gonna have a big time
Yeah, we're gonna have a big time
The weight of your mind holds to capture
Closin' your eyes holds the key
Imagine a world that's livin'
Imagine an air you can breath
So I raise up my glass to the sky now
I lower the lights to a purr
I weep at the sight of your virtue
To ward off the demons for sure
