The Good Book

You were saved by the good book, I was saved by the half full glass. 
So come on, take a good look, cause this party will be our last. 

Now they've closed down the old bar, this town's like an empty box. 
Well they can't have got that far ‘cause I still see some swinging locks. 
When falling feels like flying there's a dangerous hope, 
cause the ground comes at you faster than you think. 
And lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves 
is where you feel the most at home these days. 

When you called I was screening, it confused me to hear your voice. 
It was like I was dreaming and the ten years become a noise 
that I could barely remember, just enough to open the wounds. 
And in the darkest December, I can howl at the early moon. 

When falling feels like flying there's a dangerous hope, 
Cause the ground comes at you faster than you think. 
And lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves 
Is where you feel the most at home these days, 
Is where you feel the most at home these days