We ripped down the lights, we did it so sweetly
We tore up the walls we tore up the floor
We thought it was ours to ruin completely
But you made us wait while we drank like men
And that isn't so bad
It shocked you so much; the old town was changing
Some people you knew were now on page two
I showed you a book with wallpaper covering
Full of all the great pictures that you once drew
The numbers are wrong
The numbers are wrong again
The numbers are wrong
The numbers are wrong again
And now that you write
And now that you write your songs
You're looking for words
You're looking for words we buried in the debris