And like the two said to the threenHow can you talk like this to menHey decorate my falling downnScatter your memories all aroundnThe fire that's raining from belownNow you're a moment that's been closednnTurn off the lightsnEyes are the footsteps in the nightnnThis trail of breadcrumbs below your feetnWhispers like muscle cars on heatnHey decorate my falling downnScatter your memories all aroundnThis unbecoming cartoon roadnNow you're a moment that's been closed