This photograph, you and me
When these old boots were brand new
Look at you
Smile, smile, smile

What has become of us?
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
Must be something better on

Shotgun
Is for putting in your mouth, baby
In a world as upside-down as this one
Seeing patterns on the wall
Screaming down the hall, baby

Why don't you talk to me, girl?
Why don't you talk to me, girl?
Why don't you let me

Is for putting in your mouth

What has become of us?
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
There must be something better on

You used to fly when you were [?] better
What has become of us?
Empty wells, there'll always be another
Must be something better on
When you were young, you used to fly to mother
What has become of us?
Maybe to war, maybe to light [?]
Must be something better on

Shotgun
Bleeding up against the wall
And you'd call me into darkness
Shotgun
And I fell right away
Promise to take my pain away
Unless you [?]

Shotgun
[?]
[?]
[?]
My head

What has become of us?
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
There must be something better on
There must be something better on
Must be something better on