The Eastside

Do you ever feel
That you're waiting to awaken from a dream
Do your memories feel
As real as they once seems
How often do you wonder
What all of this means

And now here we are
Driving through the cover of night
In a crashed out car

Smoke rising
In front of our eyes
The metaphor not lost
On us
I'm trying hard not to talk during the ride
In fear of what will be said or heard

As we head to Eastside of Eden
No longer in our paradise
That all ends tonight

You put your head on my chest
In what feels like
A final test
But there no right move
There only two ways left
And both will upset you

So I let you keep it there
As I run my fingers through your hair
Oh the smokes rising higher

We're heading back to the start
So we can
Go through this again
This magnetic pull
Won't let us be friends

What does live mean anyway
With these flames all around
Oh grab my hand babe let's burn it down