I'm running out of miracles
âOh my soul
âAnd the streets are lined with one-man shows
âOh my soul
âCorner boys were moved along
âOh my soul
âWe're plummeting like crippled crows
âOh my soul
â
âOh, long before
âYou and I were born
âOthers beat these benches with their empty cups
âTo the night and the stars
âTo be here, and now, and who we are
â
âAnother sunrise with my sad captains
âWith who I choose to lose my mind
âAnd if it's all we only pass this way but once
âWhat a perfect waste of time
â
âThe BMX apothecary
Oh my soul
The architect of infamy
Oh my soul
For each and every train we missed
Oh my soul
A bitter little Eucharist
Oh, long before
You and I were born
Others beat these benches with their empty cups
To the night and the stars
âTo be here, and now, and who we are
Another sunrise with my sad captains
âWith who I choose to lose my mind
âAnd if it's all we only come this way but once
âWhat a perfect waste of time
Another sunrise with my sad captains
With who I choose to lose my mind
And if it's all we only pass this way but once
What a perfect waste of time
What a perfect waste of time
What a perfect waste of time