Fire on the hill, blood on the ground
Not what you'd see on the good side of town
Not what you'd think, gone in the blink of an eye
Till he knows
Silent and still, he's broken bread
Vows from his lips then it sink in thin air
Falls to his knees, breathing in sweet lullaby
And he knows but could he tell
Stuck like a horse on a carousel
All other plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke
What's left undone pours from his eye
Soul fades away as an ambulance cries
So close to home, they're all alone in the dark
And he knows but could he tell
Stuck like a coin in a wishing well
All other plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke, smoke
Last night, somebody's baby
Last night, somebody's baby died
And could he tell
Stuck like a horse on a carousel
Just like a coin in a wishing well
All other plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke, smoke
