Sitting - Lyrics - Vigilantes Of Love

Sitting under my blue sky of deception The colors run every time it rains Wrought Brought forth Fashioned from inception My own hands, and I take all the blame As the light goes out Darkness with her bated breath Waits out on periphery of the campfire Decadence and violence We do best Burned out Face-down in the gutter Lowest point I could find to ground zero Roll back Alibis and skies are crushing Do we paint with much too black a brush? Rock and roll What is it anymore? Youth profound or profane to endure passion in the back seat or at the foot of the cross Going, going, gone And finally lost