Frankly - Sweet Chariots

Is it the way you curse its name

Cause of the light that you’re refused

Is it the hardness of the game

That we now can’t win or lose

Just mind the way that it’s used

With no future in our minds

Only ashes in our souls

Are we standing next in line

For the funeral of our curious kind

Frankly

We can’t say this is love but madness

Frankly

It’s a state-line between our aims

And me and you

Frankly

Shall we light up this case called sadness

I don’t know

If you remember

How we stole every moment

And wasted a thousand

For counterfeit gold on our get-ups

We wrote in stars though bells they rang

For our last steps on the moon

And in the lip-synched show they sang

About a feeling warm and true

Can we get satisfied at mind

Could our souls be young again

Could our mileage do rewind

Could our love revive our spirit so blind

Frankly…

I don’t know

I can’t remember

We’ve got holes in our pockets

Shame in our suitcase

We chew on our cheeks

But we never really get high

Frankly

Shall we light up this case or not

I don’t know

I can’t remember

We’ve got holes in our pockets

Shame in our suitcase

We walk on our knees

But we never really get high