written with Sally Dworsky and Rebecca Blasband
Lyrics
Two lips pout, too cold for kissing
Smoke pourin out, the fireplace hissing
The perfect night, the ideal bride
Everything tried, everything missing
I went down for my midnight session
to find someone to ease my depression
She said come on, let me read your palm
The nights get long in my profession
We sat on her bed
It was totally dark
But everything she said
was dead on the mark
One small spark
was all that was missing
No Complaints, no reminiscing
Long black train, it's come down to one thing
To ride you blind to the end of the line
And there, i might find everything