° ○● Life in a Tin-Can ○● ° (Special "Twilight in the MonkeyLands" Version)

In the darkest night
A light will shine upon us all
And in the coldest silence I will call

Your life in a tin-can
This world can get you low
Just kicking it down the road
Trying to leave this town

And it's hard sometimes
When you make-up half your mind and the other half has lost all sense of time
And nothing is exactly the way it was before
And your memory is just a ghost walking out that door

Your face in a silver spoon
Reflecting back at you
It's tarnished but still brand new like we used to be
Scuffed heels on a crooked street and dreams of a bright marquee
Her face on the silver-screen looking down at me

And it's strange to find
When your lover draws a line
In the sand but it's washed-out with the tide
Gone with the tides and sometimes
I feel I've left behind half the heart that I once called mine

It's hard sometimes when you make-up half your mind
But the other-half has lost all sense of time
And nothing is exactly the way it was before
And your memory
Is just a ghost walking out that door