Saw him standing there and I know What it takes to make a show 'Cause who wants to be ignored? Who wants to be alone? I'll give you one, two, three,
Said you were leaving on the goodbye service You'd take me with you, I think we earned it (Too late) No stop signs (Too late) No red lights You left
addressed What you want when you wake tonight Is it all in your head? So you turn over, lie Cradling this perfect mess, this home-made dress You've seen
Don't know the meaning of devotional Pictured me hanging threadbare on the blacked out wall Purposeful, in your weekly disguise Surrendering to arms,
She has a gilt complex, break her neck Now she's run, run, running right over the edge Had a gilt complex, poison pen She's signing her name and she's
along my brain House in my head has left me for dead This house in my head, I'm going home House in my head, you've left me for dead House in my head
Match, the rope, wires, tied up in twine Corkscrew, dictionary, time Paint, paper, pillows, ink the hangman Tape recording, postcard, sign Stamp it 'Evidence
of things you really Should have cared about? You took a drive, countries called More than your friends did, they watched you fall And now you've pulled
So many times you ran yourself over Talking back on a cold-crying shoulder Get in a car with the taxi driver Sympathy of strangers, hoping to find her
I can hear her late at night Rattling along the corridor Wearing my name around my neck I'd long forgotten who I was So I rebel with the ghost Try to
've got to hang on to yourself Hang on, hang on, hang on, you've got to hang on to yourself Hang on, hang on, hang on, you've got to hang on to yourself
Gonna find it hard to sleep through it all This rain veil's gonna fall Walk behind him, sweet duress Try to conduct yourself Behind royal walls, blacked
(B. Walkenhorst) Down through our histories we have been told That women hold mysteries men cannot know But boys learn true secrecy, how to hide lies
How unfortunate that it has come to this, we all pay to die as rogues, as workers, nomads and searchers, sweat to shackles and leads to lies. Still we
sons How I hope they can cope with the damage I've done I got a new contract, I got a new life No more capstans for me and I've got a new wife Sometimes
I've got a question, can you answer me? Do you sleep when you're alone? Hey, all you captains of industry You line your pockets but you poison me You
I got a hand So I got a fist So I got a plan It's the best that I can do Now we'll say it's in God's hands But God doesn't always have the best goddamn
When we arrive Sons & daughters We'll make our homes on the water We'll build our walls aluminum We'll fill our lives with cinnamon now These currents