If you're leaving, leave the cigarettes.
You've already got the lighter and the keys.
She packs here boxes.
He knows that she's serious not by the look in her face
but by the lack of rings.
Words lost their meanings long ago.
Right around the time when she let him know.
Have you ever heard a word?
Rather be lonely in love, than alive with you and dead.
Have you ever heard a word?
Hear me out this time.
There is algebra in gasoline.
Burning pictures, pages, and photographs.
Fire can make a conscience clean.
Strike a match, we'll see.
Rolls the window down, calls his name and pulls away.
Rethinks every word he's said in disarray.
Watched their house burn and in turn.
What made it home, drive away.
Have you ever heard a word?
Rather be lonely in love, than alive with you and dead.
Have you ever heard a word?
Hear me out this time.
Where does one start to pick up pieces of a gasoline heart?
When all he has is driving away.
Have you ever heard a word?
Rather be lonely in love, than alive with you and dead.
Have you ever heard a word?
Hear me out this time.
