Erie by Toy Cars Lyrics

You've got iron lungs

And I've got paper bones

We're weightless, at last

As we're making our way home

And all that I have is luck inside my head

Throw me to the wolves, it's your best bet

A notion that I can't shake

Whatever feels the worst is right

All that I have is luck inside my head

Throw me to the wolves, it's your best bet

You say that it's better than it's ever been
But, for every rise, there's a descent