(com Tom Smith)

You were saved by the good book
I was saved by the half full glass
So come on, take a good look
'cause this party will be our last
Now they've closed down the old bar
This town's like an empty box
Well, they can't have got that far
'cause I can still see some swinging locks

When falling feels like flying there's a dangerous hope
'cause the ground comes at you faster than you think
And lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves
is where you feel most at home these days

When you called I was screening
It confused me to hear your voice
It was like I was dreaming
and the ten years became a noise
that I could barely remember
Just enough to open the wounds
And in the darkest December
I can howl at the early moon

When falling feels like flying there's a dangerous hope
'cause the ground comes at you faster than you think
And lurking in the shadows with the bears and wolves
is where you feel most at home these days
Is where you feel most at home these days