Lost Weekend - Write This Down

Look alive, look alive

Can’t catch us by surprise this time, this time

We drift, we drift like phantoms and the cautious sing us their anthems

We can quote, we can quote you any of the hymnals while seated in the back pew

But we are terrified of what we’ve said and done tonight

We are the dirty, rotten, cheap and confused

Caught in a lost weekend, a lost weekend

Holy rollers and jokers, fantasy’s over

So return as prodigals

Smash the walls, fight your friends

It’s getting out of hand again, again

Freezing cold, freezing cold

This cigarette is useless

I swear it’s my last one

We are ghosts, we are ghosts

We’re hiding from our day jobs in bar room sanctuary’s

We are terrified of what we’ve said and done tonight

We lost our way, we starved for days, is that the best we can do?