How to Do a Foley Break and Repair Yourself

Lay down the smoke scented plastic,
Sugar soap the surface,
Put some plaster in the holes,
So no one can see through it;
And the light of my life,
Well she isn't here,
And the last hope's flickering out at the back of the bar,
And I'm nowhere.

And I'm staring into that orange mist, and I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like...

Wrap the stick in fabric,
Dip it in oil and try not to burn your hands,
Because it's really dark between the mountains,
But I need to go see The Lowlands;
And the way things turn out,
You'll probably be playing too,
And I think I'm okay alone,
Then I lock eyes with you.

And I'm staring into that orange mist, and I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this.
I can't survive like this,
And more than anything I pray the paint sticks.