Smells like spring againnAnd I don’t feel so good nSad eyes bring me downnSwing petals to the groundnnA teenage girl sits nearnIn a cul-de-sac, stained glass mirror nShe's pulls a pistol, points the slide at menI stare out to where the stars sleepnTo where the stars sleep nnDon’t let your petals fallnHide 'em awaynIf your hearts been broken nLet it all returnnOne day it'll all returnn nCuz we were born into shipyardsnWhere masts and star born citiesnOur anchor drags nOf masts, of grass, of rocks, and stuff like that nBright light of the silver sun and moon nFind our way toon