You can count your friends for a little while
And you can make them seem like they're all worthwhile
Looking at the children and all of them worth
Making my decisions based on last minute calls I plea
But the devil wouldn't like it if you stabbed him in the back
Dancing with desire's only fling
Making my decision, I headed for the seams
Exiting only to find my dreams
Were real
Down on a south is where you can find him
Counting the days left to fulfill his omens
Turning at the ends of the unfinished corners
Opening of dreams left of untidy fallacy