What's a fight with the right to keep it clean?
What's the harm, from an angle of defeat?
With every sip, we live outside our means
Think we'll all go gray and go to sleep

Sell a tale at a price we can agree
What's the harm in charging for what's free?
Look around, what's to stop them from belief
Put your arms away, where they can never reach

What ghost is rattling your front porch?
Can't tell what's golden upon his head
I know you'll offer up the full course
They'll wait for hours until they're fed

You never cast a shadow in your life
We fell asleep for longer than we'd like
Seem to pass the same moon every night
it's only bright enough to show a lack of light

I'll meet you outside the cemetery
Take your time, boy
I'm in no hurry
I came across all the swords you buried
Tell me what it's like to never worry

The wood has split, and it's driven up the grain
Crack a smile, hope it slips
into the vein
We're different words
but I'm sure we mean the same
So we'll say when we're carving up the blame
and we've all run out of names

What ghost is rattling your front porch?
Can't tell what's golden upon his head
I know you'll offer up the full course
They'll wait for hours until they're
I'll fan the flames until they're fed