Yeah, I give this last wrinkled daughter in my pocket that iron with a hammered vaseIf I could undo some things, grow me some wings, I'd fly to this quarter tonightYeah, tonight every man with a chibi is seeing my clothes, seeing my faceIn the last thirty minutes, I've gone from a person of interest to a full-blown manhunt on the wayI did what I didI have no regretWhen you cross the line, you get what you getTonight a bleeding memory is tomorrow's guilty veinYour auburn hair on a faraway seawall is screaming across that module trainI'm haunted by headlinesI'm haunted by headlinesIn a crystal city breezeOne wrong turn on bourbonCuts light of the nights of new warningI'm a ghost dodging bullets in all of these alleysJust looking for my getaway keyWrapped up in the nightHanging out in plain sightYour script's getting tight around meAin't no getting out that I can seeThey'll check me deadIf they ever check meTonight a bleeding memoryIs tomorrow's guilty veinYour auburn hair on a faraway seawallIs screaming across that module trainI'm haunted by headlinesIn a crystal city breezeOne wrong turn on bourbonCuts light of the nights of new warningOne wrong turn on bourbonOne wrong turn on bourbonI'm a ghost dodging bullets in all of these alleysI'm out of timeI wouldn't giveJust one more kissI'm all-out of timeAnd it's come down to thisI'm haunted by your hazel'd eyesAnd it's Christmas in a breezeOne wrong turn on bourbonCuts light of the nights of new warningOne wrong turn on bourbonI did what I didI did what I didI did what I didI did what I did