The Last Stand

Sideshow cars and plastic stars A turgid affair Illuminates the dwindling scars They point and stare I've been longing for a son like you I've been searching for a way out too and somebody - somebody's looking for you. If I find some way out Then I will stay With heart split two ways down Like tears down my face We'll find our way out Without a map just our hearts And when we get out We'll topple down your house of cards