Better Things – Baby Lemonade – letras

compensation for the little manjust ain’t what it used to behillside lounge at the edge of towna breathing man you’d swear was deadhe’s alone – in smoke that turns to stonehe lives a liesailing sunsets on a carbon heartcan burn away just like your dreamsunderpaid and you can’t get laida meteoric fall from gracehave you any secrets to sharefor bailing out when you were scaredimage is not enoughI know there’s better thingsthere’s a man who lives in Hollywoodand he don’t know his time is goneseems just fine while he blows his mindbut that don’t count when you can’t scorehe’s around – a ghost in his ghost townhe will shine no more