I've got a knife if he comes back
Clean nights you want, and the ones you ask for
Knock it loose and write if he come on home
Flashbacks you know, and the ones you stole from
Lone mass was a chair and a Sazerac
Strange memory love that couldn't give back to me
Whether I set it up, whether he's real or not
Whether the wind, the wings, the things I saw
Were true or false or Halcion
Whether I set it up, whether he's real or not
Whether the wing, the wings of madness built
My pantheon, so halcyon
I've got a knife if he comes back
Clean nights you want, and the ones you're asking for
Knock it loose and write if he come home
Flashbacks you own, and the ones you stole from
Mood bath you drew, and the one that owned you
Flashbacks you own, and the ones you stole from
