This Crowd is a Lonely Place

please [bad word] off with your promises. with the empty words i don't believe no more. it got old rather awfully quick and i don't think that we're fighting the same war (or on the same side no more).

when will i divide? i'm tethered to your side. it's kept me under church steps that have become my home. when will i decide to trust in my own light? to trust in the words i'd known when i once wrote this song. and i wrote it on my own.

and it was called "black and gold."

will you wake up from the lies you tell? "every [bad word] tries to take you for it all." and your highs. and these games you play. will they numb you up enough to take the fall? and you take the fall.

have we stayed here for too long?
do you think it's time to go?
are we better on our own?
just one way to know.

this crowd is a lonely place.