theres blood in the sink hes plunging his wrists in
a hangover halo washing away
mechanics school dropout stares into the mirror
stands up in his derelect daydreams
always too tall
always walked around wearing a smile that was never quite sure of
itself
planning the future of failures inflicted
phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds

(chorus)

theres a light left on
theres a pace to our direction
theres a movie still of a heart i'd like to mention

don't give me that look
I looked harder then most did
but details, like sharp nails, punch holes in my shoes
soft traced frown as i put the receiver down
where do I go for a pardon

(chorus)

theres a light left on
theres a pace to our direction
theres a movie still of a heart I'd like, to mention

listing whats left -
a signed slayer t-shirt
and a car up on blocks in his mothers back yard