Signs with carved warnings fill the spaces in the hills

Surrounding portraits of the past and the excuses I played

One day I got angry so I ripped them all down

And filled a notebook with the pieces of the mess I'd made

Spearfish in the spring, it's just like we're climbing everything

It's just like rusty silver rings and black gold shaped like blades

I like liquor too and I like street names and tattoo flames

I need people, I hate pennies, sometimes I can't behave

She left the old book in New York

Pages were bent and the words didn't work

And she couldn't argue with that

Then she stripped down to the skin

Just to see what it felt like to say that she'd sinned

Now she's talking in her sleep

And this blank page goes out to you

Her name was Sasha, yeah, or was it Nell?

She's not allowed a language worth to share

Just rooms cut cold from her mind

This happened and then that, was it Paris?

Was it painful? Was it London?

Was it laughing places bound in exile?

Walking down the streets, how all the dishes turn to drinks

And all the spaces seem to shrink until the morning reclines

This tiny room, it scares her and it dares her to be lovely

And to tear herself from living ain't this quite like old times

I left the old book in New York

Words were a blur and the pages were torn

And I couldn't argue with that

Then I slipped down to Berlin

Just to see what it felt like to say that I'd been

Now I'm talking in my sleep

And this blank page goes out to me

Sixty years later in the sequel it was safer, so she said

What did you tell your friends? Did you say you were pretending?

Did you think you were so wounded your tail clipped your ego

Spoon-fed by the girl you thought you'd broken?

Did you say she was a token of the lie that got you moping?

Feeding lies you wrote with your pen

Did it cross your mind that maybe she lied too

When she was waking up to red wine in a hotel cup

And messes she could not clean up?

She didn't mean a thing to you but hey, she never wanted to

Don't take the credit you're not due '

Cause we all knew full well it wasn't true

And I didn't know her but I saw the pages where they broke her down

On paper it played out like stories cut from the vine

In the plane these words are falling from mountains so I grab a hold

And I never ever want to get off this ride

We both spend too much time putting out fires

And if we just let them burn then maybe

Yeah, maybe we'd have something to keep

Today I stood propped up on a wooden fence over a country

Years and volumes in between the places she and I sleep