Fog is crawling in Light is getting dull Feasting on our envy Never getting full Air is punching down Wolves move in pairs Got nothing to do with my fingers Run 'em through your hair The world is open But not to us Like a neon sign flickering So your eyes adjust Run the changes Like dancers do Looking out at vacant faces That never see you I stow my baggage Overhead The pilot's certain The sky is clear for flying It's almost funny When the plan comes crashing Who gave up first That depends on who you're asking Maybe the best of us Are only good at laughing The kingdom is fallen Two-bedroom apartment Holding up the broken arm Crooked vines climbing Rooms and planets Dying stars Tears flooding the engine Of our family car I drive faster When the music's good It pries me open Like talking never could I'm making speeches When the drinks are flying Who gave up first That depends on who is lying Maybe the best of us are only Good at trying Do we ever Get close enough To touching skin of The promises we're making Maybe the best of us Are only good at taking Maybe the rest of us Are only good at faking Maybe the rest of us Are only good at breaking