Winners - Trampled By Turtles/David Simonett

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

Sound of the river and the pines and the stars

Drank a little to much yeah we took it too far

Well most of us survived

So much coming out and nothing going in

With your skirt above your knee and your murderous grin

Awe tell that your not real

You were standing there so literal and free

Writing pretty poems and ruining me

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 cover but a hammer and a saw

And some nails to drive it home

So much coming out there's nothing going in

I could write it down but that would be a sin

And you know how I feel about sin

Charles's on stage and roof may collapse

No one seems to worry about the light in the gap

All the walls painted yellow and papered with maps

A reminder 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 coming out there's nothing going in

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

Awe but the world wont forgive a winner