Smells like spring again   And I don’t feel so good    Sad eyes bring me down   Swing petals to the ground      A teenage girl sits near   In a cul-de-sac, stained glass mirror    She's pulls a pistol, points the slide at me   I stare out to where the stars sleep   To where the stars sleep       Don’t let your petals fall   Hide 'em away   If your hearts been broken    Let it all return   One day it'll all return      Cuz we were born into shipyards   Where masts and star born cities   Our anchor drags    Of masts, of grass, of rocks, and stuff like that    Bright light of the silver sun and moon    Find our way too