Текст: Whiskeytown. Midway Park.

Ride with you tonight, I'll ride forever
There's no way to predict this kind of weather
Ashes fall to earth, words are severed
Feathers turn to weighted iron pillars

Midway Park
Streetlights shine on a hood that is dark
Down on the graves
Where we'll lie, we'll lie, we'll lie

I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
There's no way to predict this kind of weather
Ashes fall to earth, words are severed
Feathers turn to broken beads and pillars

Midway Park
Streetlights shine on a hood that is dark
Down on the graves
We'll lie, where we'll lie, we'll lie

Don't tell the truth, we'll lie, just lie
Don't tell the truth, just lie
Close your eyes, don't tell the truth
Just lie, lie, just lie