Spirit Of The Stairways

Tires won’t work cause there’s nothing left of them
A fire won’t burn in this cold day
Before you know there’ll be nothing of my skin
Before you sail out, why would you be luckless tonight?

Tell me why there is water in the gin
Tell me why I keep fighting
And fires don’t burn out, we just make them overdone
The cats won’t sing for you anymore

Before you come and fuck it up again
Before I speak as the idiot
Before you know there’ll be nothing of my skin
Before you sail out, why would you be luckless tonight?

Why would you be luckless tonight?
Why would you be luckless tonight?
Why would you be?