Experience won't count for much
When you're on your own
You need control
And I need you to remain controlled
Like you do not know how
This house is falling in
And this time it is not the storm
And it is not the rain
And it is not the burning sunshine
I don't know what it could be
Except the artillery
And cocktail glasses
Filled with nothing
Cannot save us now
It's far too late
For fashionable deception
I don't know what
I am writing for
It won't stave off