Traffic looks like Christmas lights from afar

Perfect storms lead to broken homes in the cars

Heavy days in LA through heavy haze falls apart

I’ll take fiction, not another war

I keep wishing, look out the window, I’m into it but cynical A lot of us are fucking miserable

Always put a pin in it, end before it finishes

Sky through the clouds can we cut through all the shit again

I get the feeling that it's all so temporary

I get the feeling that you care

Yea like the days we try to take from February

Don’t wanna go and disappear

Life can go from low to low

God can make you overflow, there’s no doubt about it

Wide awake but all alone, try to stay, but cynical

The miracle, got the feel like no feeling that you know

Every time you open the heavy door, it ain’t no miracle, ain’t no miracle

Life can go from low to low

God can make you overflow, there’s no doubt about it

Wide awake but all alone, try to stay, but cynical

The miracle, got the feel like no feeling that you know

Every time you open the heavy door, it ain’t no miracle, ain’t no miracle