Matchless Lighting

For years I've been taking the back roads

Matchless lighting guide me home

For years I've been shrugging at miracles

The word comes to me without moving a muscle

Baby we're the skin on the milk

Or the fly in the ointment?

I'm not so sure anymore

I remember the street lights

On the ring road

So impossibly tall

In the back seat tryna make sense of it all

Building reality from romance and utility

Rapture and rupture

Fracture and structure

Are we the skin on thе milk

Or a fly in the ointment?

I'm not so sure anymorе

And if you desire it

You can become a swaggering tyrant

Sidewind down the sidewalk

To a vending machine of sweet talk

When I see what you have become

I ask - do I love what I leave 'cause it keeps me numb?

Baby we're the skin on the milk

Or a fly in the ointment?

I'm not so sure anymore

Tryna figure it out

The force that fishes us out

And throws us back

Light us up and fade to black

Light us up and fade to black

Matchless lighting guide me home

Matchless lighting all I've known