It's a clandestine arrangement    that we never   could get to stick. Every night    under the table with    the sick and the fits. Never cast    as the romantic lead    but somehow on our feet. We're    just waiting to be    received and the whole scene sighs    relief. Somehow    everyone functions with a barely    visible scar. Never know    the length we'd go was so far, so far.    Some nights I see    the sun come up but don't remember    where it went down.    A realist whose time has come, it    feels like I'm the only    one. Obstacles to overcome, now    I don't trust anyone.    So, here's to all our vice and our secret    double life.    I'll sleep with one eye open and maybe    you'll save my    life. Another cool assed show under    the table on the    ground. Keep the floorshow up to    sound and the light    show up to specs. If we drown until    we're exhausted    it's what nobody expects. Nothing    left to lose. Everything    to prove. Nothing we can't do. Not    anything for you.    The words were written wrong. My    life imitates your songs.    On and on and on. Here's to all our    vice and our secret    double life. I'll sleep with one eye open,    maybe you'll save my life.