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