Havana was burning and there was nothing I could do
Put a record on the stereo and wrote a letter to you.
I read it for you as well; stories I couldn't tell that came true.
Carry a torch, carry a torch. It's allright now.
Carry a torch, carry a torch. It's time to burn it down.
Robert Mitchum was dying but I wouldn't take the blame.
The blood looked better in black and white but it was color just the same.
The heroine looked like you. What else could I do but turn away? (ch)
The national anthem was playing but I didn't bother to rise.
So, I unplugged my phone and I closed my eyes.
These days when I dream, nothing ever seems to make any sense (ch)
1 | Smash Myself To Bits |
2 | Manhattan Fault Line |
3 | My Midnight |
4 | Never Ending Rain |
5 | Collision Course |
6 | Ghosts |
7 | Kerosene Man |
8 | Sustain |
9 | Maybe Tomorrow |
10 | Black Magic |