Winners - Trampled By Turtles

There were dreams on a full moon night

Big black hole in the middle of the light

Painless times, yeah, we were feeling alright

We were breaking down the walls

Dirty little basements and electric guitars

The sound of the river and the pines and the stars

Drank a little too much.

Yeah, we took it too far

Well, but most of us survived

So much comin' out, there’s nothin' goin' in

With your skirt above your knee and your murderous grin

Oh, tell me that you’re not leaving

You were standing there so literal and free

Writing pretty poems and ruining me

It took a little time, but baby now I see

That the end is always near

I was sleeping on a couch with a shivering dog

Practicing my speeches and studying the law

Nothing in the cupboard but a hammer and a saw

And some nails to drive it home

So much comin' out, there’s nothin' goin' in

I could write it down, but that would be a sin

And you know how I feel about sinnin'

Charlie’s on stage and the roof may collapse

No one seems too worried 'bout the light in the gaps

Of the walls painted yellow and papered with maps

That remind us it’s time to move on

Pretty little city built on a hillside

Music in the bars and fire in the sky

We went to the beach, and it was covered in ice

And I used to call it home

So much comin' out, there’s nothin' goin' in

I know that you feel like you’re never gonna win

Aw, but the world won’t forgive a winner