give me the keys to the car
and the money for dinner
you sinner
with scratches and pockmarks on

i took the last step
and in turn you took the first
i took the best
which turned to be worst
it took a turn for the worse

set to the setting sun
we began
we've begun
to begin again
back to the moon
which always comes too soon

questions
phrased in memories
and phases
I couldnt erase this if i tried
even if i cried
and let everything all out
i dont doubt
that you doubted
that i was the one who shouted

and you were the one who screamed
and still screams
in my dreams