Six Months Within the Ring Line Ezra Bell

Between them towns we felt like strangers
The track stretched like a string
We found a room and kept a bed there
A place to hide our things

Every night was facts and flowers
Even at your throat
But its too late to ask me "How are you beyond reproach?"

And the songs of sad men stain your eyes
With the loneliness you won’t confide

But honey, why should I forgive you for things you don’t regret?
Thought it would be simple
A little leaping and I’ll forget

Between them towns, we felt like strangers
The cold rooms filled with pink?
We found a room, the walls were threadbare
The fistfights in the street

And we went up to try the evening’s costumes on the crowd
High above them [?] heaving the [?] looking down

And the song of sad men stain your eyes
With the loneliness you won’t confide