The walls of our house
Are thinner than paper
The roof is a vapor
That hangs in the air
And our wedding bed
Is made from the same stuff
Our bodies are made of
If no heavy breath
Blew up these lungs
While dirt and wet spit
Hung a ghost in the air
Well, we're still here
While kids and their friends
Make war by the fire
Their old men retire
To drink and do drugs
We long for the truth
We argue about it
But most of us doubt
It can ever be found
Is a ship without a captain
Just as doomed
As a ship without a crew
'cause of all my friends
Who try to tell the truth
There are still a faithful few
Who insist they won't know
What to do if no heavy breath
Blew up these lungs
While dirt and wet spit
Hung a ghost in the air
Well, we're still here

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