Vulture (Gazpacho)

I leave the gate and close the door And when it rains it really pours I left her a memory And a boatman's song Of how it ended before it had begun Took a bite from the apple Glistening red lips Moonlight was golden shining off her hip She said don't look back Just come on in You've got to hold on never give in We're all here Trying to be Someone we know that We'll never see. We are all lost We're down on our knees Making believe These are our dreams The shadows lean on the old town square There's nothing left to keep me here Where promises are made of air When did you drink Your freedom like wine It's not as bitter On the other side We are all lost We're down on our knees Making believe These are our dreams How we really are How we've always been We're giving it all But we're still caving in So how do you dream How do you think Still giving it all You'll give anything There's nothing left to keep me here Where promises are made of air