Heaven doesn't settle with the server
The clicks don't always correspond to the numbers on the dial
She's open to discuss a little further
But there's something insincere inside her smile

We were fighting about how I had financed the foundation
I was trying to bring up any other topic
Than how I'm driving 'round and dropping off a certain sort of package
To supplement my thin and dismal prospects

The meds, they gave her distant eyes
The windowsills were filled with flies
She didn't leave the house there for a long time
The storm rolled in so slowly
The destruction became boring
The story of the year we fell behind

I was a seeker, I was a scout
Was a believer before all the doubt
Don't blame the city, I blame the deceivers
The lights from the barrooms can burn through good people

I was a plaything, I was a pawn
I couldn't believe how much they all wanted
So much consumption
They all wanted something
Devil makes his money on the small moves
All-at-once has never been his style
She said, "If we could hustle hard enough, I think we'll probably make it"
But there was something insincere inside her smile

Sliding to the shortest view
We can maybe take like one or two
It's later in the game, I think you'll find
You start throwing into coverage
Trying to force a low percentage
To make up for the way you fell behind

That's the story of the year we fell behind
That's the story of the year we fell behind
That's the story of the year we fell behind
The story of the year we fell behind
That's the story of the year we fell behind
The story of the year we fell behind

That's the story of the year we fell behind
The story of the year we fell behind
(The clicks don't always correspond to the numbers on the dial)
(Devil makes his money on the small moves)
(All-at-once has never been his style)