Lyrics:

I was talking with the ?
And they said it's not the way it seems
'Cause they work long nights
And they have bad dreams

You've got an ?
And just a little too much time
And though I try
I can't make you mine

Good times in an ugly town
One way streets they take you down
Your white dress is drying in the back room
My ? is dying on the stairs

Your mother only had one daughter
I think I know the reason why
Angels on high
You can make them cry