I'm running out of miracles. ? Oh my soul. ? And the streets are lined with one-man shows. ? Oh my soul. ? Corner boys were moved along. ? Oh my soul. ? We're plummeting like crippled crows. ? Oh my soul. ?. ? Oh long before. ? You and I were born. ? Others beat these benches with their empty cups. ? To the night and the stars. ? To be here and now and who we are. ?. ? Another sunrise with my sad captains. ? With who I choose to lose my mind. ? And if it's all we only pass this way but once. ? What a perfect waste of time. ?. ? The BMX apothecary. Oh my soul. The architect of infamy. Oh my soul. For each and every train we missed. Oh my soul. A bitter little Eucharist. Oh long before. You and I were born. Others beat these benches with their empty cups. To the night and the stars. ? To be here and now and who we are. Another sunrise with my sad captains. ? With who I choose to lose my mind. ? And if it's all we only come this way but once. ? What a perfect waste of time. Another sunrise with my sad captains. With who I choose to lose my mind. And if it's all we only pass this way but once. What a perfect waste of time. What a perfect waste of time. What a perfect waste of time