Out in the everglades, Sleeping in with the poor is a fortune for the brave, I can easily say that we will never change But be implacable and never lose your flames. (Never lose your flames) Wouldn't you say that the world has spit on you enough. Unanswered prayers, sleeping under streetlights And I don't understand the danger of talking them up Every night, You salvage every skyline, Only enough so that you might have the chance to feel fine. Swear to God I believe we've had enough trying to save the world, Did you hear me, We have had enough.