Video de Alright, I Admit It... It Was a Whore House

The path has changed so much over the years
No reason to fret, just turn around and walk away
The glass of wine and the plate of overcooked food burnt too long. ...Paranoid about a fuck me dress
Relishing in memories, twisting like fate
It's only a matter of time before this is destroyed
The bridges are too low to duck under and the fenced in possibilites seem too dark to see without candlelight
Because years have passed, visions have also
Down under there's a devil, and no one notices
Above us are clouds that swing and hang down over a small town
Obstruction of vision is nullified by the elevation of the seats
An orchestra pit down under like Australia that catches fire from a match
The path has changed so much over the years
Slimy, sticky leaves cling like leaches
No reason to fret, just turn around and walk away
The glass of wine and the plate of overcooked food
I'll never run away again
I missed this