[ Featuring the Motorcars ]
Things ain't what they used to be, you act less like you than me
I never thought about it then, call it growing old or shedding skin
You place the target for the blame, like a camera taking aim
It hits you like a sedative, when you hear the shutter click
First you showed up with the key and said, "You should probably come with me."
Next thing I know I can't recall what life was like before it all
Then I'll be the last to leave, nights getting drunk and losing speed
I second guess the life I lead, but nothing else comes naturally to me
Saint Lucy's eyes lead me through the dark
This life I lead, it's not for the faint of heart
Shaking off a nervous dream, trying not to think of anything
I'm giving everything I've got just to scare the demons off
I wander down the corridors, the housekeeping doing their chores
I mumble something casually, cause nothing else comes naturally
Saint Lucy's eyes lead me through the dark
This life I lead, it's not for the faint of heart
I close my eyes and try to breathe as I feel my chest tightening
Only I know where I've been, I refuse to let the silence in
My dreams are full of things I've seen, to the point and frightening
I pray for daylight quietly, cause nothing else comes naturally to me
Saint Lucy's eyes lead me through the dark
This life I lead, it's not for the faint of heart
Things ain't what they used to be, you act less like you than me
I second guess the life I lead, but nothing else comes naturally to me
