Pocket Full of Kryptonite

Who stands at the corner of this light?
A cigarette hanging from chapped lips
Do you want to burn from inside out
From breathing in relief and exhaling doubt
The drag of storm clouds dwindle to nothing...

Jump in the backseat where angels lay their heads
And we'll ride off into the night
Passing over the ruins of present times
Engine roaring to life on forgotten rhymes
And we'll wake up to find that we have been dreaming...

We trace the rubric of Pandora's box
Chained dancers twirl on their toes
Which way we'll turn maybe up or down
In the pieces of this puzzle we'll surely drown
With the music of oceans, keeping us sleeping....

A soul of lead is what keeps us to the ground
Cause the voids of space are enticing
With a pocket full of kryptonite
And the wires of a love wrapped around us tight
But our minds float away, on tides of believing.