I don’t want to spend the rest of my life
starin’ at a man, Looking down a line
what’s he say? “Not my styleâ€
I don't want to spend the rest of my life
starin' at a man, Looking down a line
what's he say? "Not my style"
Just a stylized version of an obsolete file
I don't want to spend the rest of my time
lookin' for the words I'm never going to find
You read them in a book and apply them to your life
but how can I be as pretty as she writes?
I know I'm all right. Because
the needle can't burn what the needle can't find
She don't want to spend the rest of her heart
waste it on a job, and never get a start
Part of her says she should be herself
and part of her says she should be with someone else
I don't want to spend the rest of my life
looking for a girl I'm never gonna find.
Starin' back at me when I come home at night
but how can she be as pretty as I write?
It will be hard, but I know I'm all right,
because the needle can't burn
what the needle can't find
And the money won't save what the money can't buy
And part of me is safe
And part of me is lies
So be mine tonight.
Time will pack a bag on you, my love
organize, re-organize your Luck
Pretty face, a pretty smile,
a pretty shame you can't defile
The message you have made for them to see
And it will be
And it will be
H Y P O C R I S Y HYPOCRISY
This evening's great excuse is this:
To make your peace.
And make a list
of everything that's trivial and wide
Handshake man, how could you be?
A sweeter, softer, gentler king
Spread out for every queen to see
And it will be
And it will be
H Y P O C R I S Y HYPOCRISY
A young girl give me a good luck charm.
Put a snake on my neck and a bird on my arm.
Got one good leg æ…¶ause the other went South.
Got a brand new crutch and a brand new mouth.
I got a sheriff抯 name branded where I should have kept clean.
If you get too close you抮e going to know what I mean.
And I know when I抦 old the only runnin?gonna come.
Away from lips and the fork of my tongue.
It only gets to me in times like these.
And times like these are getting to me.
Put your hand in the oven there抯 a heaven inside.
It burns straight through but the devil don抰 mind.
Because he takes what he wants and he finds what you hide.
And it will buy you a place on the Lower East Side.
I rolled a number last night and I walked in my sleep.
I could feel all the nerves in the tips of my teeth.
As they crumbled into dust and washed into the sea.
Finally shut my mouth so I could hear myself think.
It only gets to me in times like these.
It only gets to me in times like these.
It only gets to me in times like these.
And times like these are getting to me.
Words keep falling from my mouth,
Trying just to slow them down.
Keep on spilling around,
Saying, ’why do you hurt me? ’
And if anger is my gift,
The only gift I’m fit to bring,
Then put me on your shelf,
See the winter in me.
(chorus)
If it’s the only gift I’m fit to give,
Then put me on your shelf,
I don’t want to live.
What’s in that suitcase?
A picture and a name.
Brought here from someplace,
Not brought here to stay.
She picks up the pieces,
Puts down the phone.
Yes baby’s not speaking to her angel anymore, no.
If it’s the only gift I’m fit to give,
Then put me on your shelf,
I don’t want to live.
If it’s the only gift I’m fit to give,
Then put me on your shelf,
I don’t want to live, this way, this way, my love,
This way, this way, my love.
All of my actions
Of no consequence of you.
My love and affection just doesn’t know what to do...
How can I love anyone else,
When I can’t trust my...
"he's a real cannibal." she goes:
"I think I'll call him roderigo"
dress him up in darker clothes, sell him away
standing underneath her gun
"sit up straight or I'll hurt you"
you know he's not her only son, just the strongest
"I'm the real animal." she goes
she wants to call me roderigo
tie me down with all her ropes, until I can't breathe
she can't help but beat me down
into a brand new roderigo
I'll slip away without a sound, into the air
tied him down to her tree
stayed fit to name him what he's going to be
tied him up with her rope
you know it stained her neck but it can't hold roderigo
(For Tom O. and Kurt V.)
Play me like a player piano
roll me from the cornersof your dark and dusty shadows
Like a player piano,
I sit useless
most of the time
The bar gets darker
it swallows up the scarlet
The barkeep’s looking thin
We sit together
until only the piano
of the player remains
Tell me why you won’t keep it
Tie me up in a shoe-string box
She don’t keep it if
she don’t need it
Get me out of the deep end
my legs are dangling over the roof
The room gets brighter
when I can see inside her
when I can turn the switch
But she’s so together
I can do the damage and
she can manage the flames
Do you think that people get tired of themselves?
Is that why the T.V.'s on all the time?
It don't take much to get it right back on track,
but it won't fall from the sky right into your
lap.
I've made the most of Luck.
You get a brand new chance
in a brand new town.
And if I don't read what they wrote about me,
I might turn you on to something I've found:
Silence. Priceless. Silence.
The only way we talk.
What if people get everything they expect?
What becomes of hope?
I'll bet she's a nervous wreck.
What's the genius in a cushion on your couch?
You better find yourself something that drags you
out.
I've made the most of Love.
You get a brand new chance in a brand new town.
And if I don't hear what they whisper about me,
I might turn you on to something I've found:
Silence. Priceless. Silence.
The only way we talk.
Margaret came to me was all he said
before she know my name she was in my bed
she was only sweet sixteen
20,000 days younger than me
Margaret feels the world beneath her feel
shaking like a leaf falls from the tree
she don't care he's ten years older than me
as long as they're together happily
"marry me" she said I don't reply
"daddy said you better, or you'll die"
she wants a house and fifteen kids I guess
and I can't find a state we're legal in
Do you think that people get tired of themselves?
Is that why the T.V.’s on all the time?
It don’t take much to get it right back on track,
but it won’t fall from the sky right into your lap.
I’ve made the most of Luck.
You get a brand new chance
in a brand new town.
And if I don’t read what they wrote about me,
I might turn you on to something I’ve found:
Silence. Priceless. Silence.
The only way we talk.
What if people get everything they expect?
What becomes of hope?
I’ll bet she’s a nervous wreck.
What’s the genius in a cushion on your couch?
You better find yourself something that drags you out.
I’ve made the most of Love.
You get a brand new chance in a brand new town.
And if I don’t hear what they whisper about me,
I might turn you on to something I’ve found:
Silence. Priceless. Silence.
The only way we talk
Yeah you in your mother’s new shoes
bet you like them as much as her blues
Don’t tell anyone - but I plan to move
the first time you look away
Tell me the new apron strings
taste to you, yes
my pretty young things
You tell me that hatred is king
(It’s to the weak and the manor born)
Like a trick that you’ve fallen for,
you recognize me because:
there’s only one sound to love
Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good
Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good
Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good-bye
Tell me you in your mother’s new shoes
bet you like them as much as her blues
Don’t tell anyone, but I’m born to move
like the first star you ever saw.
Tell me the new apron strings
trace to you, yeah.
My pitied young things
I tell you that love can be king
(It’s to the meek and the manner born).
But like a trick that you’ve fallen for
you recognize me because:
there’s only one sound to love
I wake up
to beat the sun from her glory
I'm only
one cigarette
away from mobility
It's always
punch in punch out
go to work and go back home
there's only one chance left
and I know
and I know
where she is waiting
"Joliet," she says, "is the darkest part of a man…"
It's angry and slick
Into her letters writes
through herself each time
she thinks of him
Trips her way down south
into mystery's mouth
and he follows her there
It's what she doesn't say
that makes you want to stay
and try to comfort her
I talked to the cousins of people who knew you
I asked them the questions they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your town
Maybe it's the prison
or the birth of barbed wire
"Joliet," she says, "is the darkest part of a man…"
It's shaped like liberty's bell
cracked and common law
and stretched out over its flaws
like an ink-less well
The hanging judge in town
records her comments down
she saves the crowd the truth -
and deals with it herself
Fills that hollow well
with nothing left to prove
I talked to mountains and streams that pushed through there
I talked to the trees that had no fruit to bear
to the colorless people that sat there
beneath her
curled up, stared
I talked to the cousins of people who knew you
I asked them the questions they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your town
Maybe it's the prison
or the birth of barbed wire
Joliet
I've got a tricked-out receiver
and I think it's built to win
I've got one chance to receive her voice
translucent, delicate
Breakdown! Breakout! Eleanor
I think your loneliness is code
It symbolizes every man
who's empty as a hole
Eleanor… I'm waiting for you
I've got a number to call you back
but I think "leave well-enough alone"
I chased a shoestring to a heart-attack
closeted everything I own
Come down! Crash land! Eleanor
I think your loneliness is code
It symbolizes every man
who's empty as a hole
Eleanor… I'm waiting for you
Flagship…
Come down…
Crash land…
My town…
Eleanor… I'm waiting for you
that's my other hand, open and empty
it wants one too I guess
that's my other jaw, swollen and shameless
it talks too much I know
and another singer is born, with every sip I take
drain away my words, just like my flesh and bone
and they're barking at me, yeah they're workinf on me
just like my favourite dog
geronimo, look out below
I love that rusty water like it was my favourite dog
geronimo, look out below
I love that rusty water like it was my favourite dog
that's my other head, open and bleeding
it thinks too much I guess
that's my other eye, swollen but fearless
it's seen too much I know
and another singer is killed with every sip I take
drain away my words, just like my flesh and bone
and they're working on me, yeah they're working one me
just like my favourite dog
I slept throught easter yesterday
right through christmas just the same
the priest came up to me all up in arms
he said, "devil boy what have you done?"
the jesuits rolled in thier tanks to my front door
while the capuchins held a love-in on my front porch
the augustinians kept to themselves,
stuck their tongues out in a row
they said, "devil boy, it's off to hell you go!"
so I'll sit and pray for her to call me there
and I'll burn that bridge a 1000 times, on the cross I bear
just to wonder if you're listening from a soap box in the sky
to finally realize my price, was it you or I?
hey devil boy
we're going to blow your house in
hey devil boy
what do you think of that?
for heaven's sake
it's only been 2000 years
and I can't wait any longer for you
for heaven's sake
I'd give away eternity
if you would come back to me, if you would come back to me
if you would come back to me, if you would come back to me
indivisible, you are the one
impossible to hear what you say to me at night
can't I have some covers back? It's so cold
on the wrong side of the bed
are you awake are you aware are you anything?
pictures high, high above the shelf
letters from me to you, you to me, us to them
do they express? they say anthing? anything at all....?
i know i'm not the man of her dreams
daddy said she'd marry rich, rich, richer than me
i know i'm not her man, but she can take anything
anything she wants
anything at all
do you think it's just enough to know
how I wanted you to feel
read things back to me, back up
to see from where i am
there is nothing more than this, more than this
is it enough to say that i want you to keep it close to me
me, me is all i think, think about, but every word you say
do i mean anything?
i know i'm not the man of her dreams
daddy said she'd marry rich, rich, richer than me
i know i'm not her man, but she can take anything
anything she wants
anything at all
anything she wants
anything at all
I’m a False Start on a Jukebox, a broken heart after last call
It’s lights up, I’m locked in, and now its time to settle up
No slow emotion anymore
I know the secret of this town
Faster Faster you’re to the floor
It sets you up just to knock you down
Tomorrow starts when I decide to settle up with everything I hide
Things I want, the things I miss, a neon sign I can’t resist
I’m drawing stick figures on a napkin of you and me
They’re not your friends but they’ll be around
To raise a glass and watch you drown
No slow emotion any more
I know the secret of this town
Where every kid’s in love with death
The boredom brags a familiar sound
No slow emotion anymore
I know the secret of this town
Faster faster you’re ignored
Set them up just to knock them down
(For Tom O. and Kurt V.)
Play me like a player piano
roll me from the corners
of your dark and dusty shadows
Like a player piano,
I sit useless
most of the time
The bar gets darker
it swallows up the scarlet
The barkeep抯 looking thin
We sit together
until only the piano
of the player remains
Tell me why you won抰 keep it
Tie me up in a shoe-string box
She don抰 keep it if
she don抰 need it
Get me out of the deep end
my legs are dangling over the roof
The room gets brighter
when I can see inside her
when I can turn the switch
But she抯 so together
I can do the damage and
she can manage the flames
I'm going back to Virginia
If it's not too late, to make my break
Maybe Carolina
near the company of Grace
If I find New Orleans
you know my will just fades
when I see all my people
on the Esplanade
If the O-town humor
shines on my estate
Let them peel me like an orange
taste the sugar of my….
Going back to beginnings
I'm on call, to tell you all
There's a paranoid loose
in the urban shopping mall
All the perfect people on Orange Ave.
they're all right
All the ugly ones who tried to run you through
they're all right
If you can stand yourself and sleep tonight
Let them peel you like an orange
taste your shivering insides
I'm going back to Virginia
If it's not too late, to make my break
Maybe Carolina
near the company of Grace
If I find New Orleans
you know my will just fades
when I see all my people
on the Esplanade
If the O-town humor
shines on my estate
Let them peel me like an orange
taste the sugar of my?
Going back to beginnings
I'm on call, to tell you all
There's a paranoid loose
in the urban shopping mall
All the perfect people on Orange Ave.
they're all right
All the ugly ones who tried to run you through
they're all right
If you can stand yourself and sleep tonight
Let them peel you like an orange
taste your shivering insides
headstrong is willing to live like a rat in a hole
headstrong....unwilling to listening anyone at all
keeps her head above the water,
keeps her head upon her shoulders
i know, i know, i know she has heard this all before
she don't break, she don't sink, she don't think, a thing of me
headstrong can fake an awkwardness,
silenced by the price of love
don't get too close in case, push comes to shove
won't be your favourite girl, won't hear your favourite song
she's heard it all before
I don't mind she know's the words I'm writing
-we all need some pain
and remember, what you told me, we all bleed the same
headstring is making a list so long, of all the people she has
done and undone again - my name engraved
she doesn't notice the things I take for granted were my
own to give, my own to give and take
she don't break, she don't think don't sink
don't want to give or take my love
don't break don't sink don't think of me
headstrong headstrong headstrong headstrong
headstrong headstrong headstrong headstrong
I awoke in a sinking Manhattan. I played in drunken cathedrals.
There were businessmen in armchairs. With namebrands
and short hair. Detonating with evil. So I scratched out the
eyes of all my past lives. And gathered my crooked flowers.
The gardener grins as the toothache begins. And the angels
sing free from the towers. Can't stop this sleepwalking. Can't
stop my mind. Holy laughter in the river with Ginsey. I saw
John in heaven dancing with Buddha. Dropping pennies of X
on the genXers heads. Singing couldawouldashoulda. In my
dreams I've seen things naked and puzzled. My future
fluorescent and dark. And my spies realize that my hope's
euthanized. By the paranoid ape in my heart. Can't stop this
sleepwalking. Can't stop my mind from talking. The prisoner
in my head. Scares me to death.
Been draggin' this mask
all over town
with my face still in it
No one saw that I did it
Things they've done to me
you would never believe
Believe me they're true
things I've had to do
To get next to you
I need a straight-away ticket
to a southwestern state
Have I broke all the rules that I've made?
Been draggin' this past
all over town
with my life still in it
Every single minute
Things I've done to me
You would never believe
Believe me they're true
things I've had to do
To get next to you
I need a straight-away ticket
to a southwestern state
Have I broke all the rules that I've made?
She talks to her television.
Changing channels with her mind.
When this new world turns politic,
she just slips in between their sighs.
And we talk when the talking is good.
Saying over and over.
Maybe we should run.
While the running is run down.
I know forgiveness tastes like dry salt in your mouth.
I temper all the alcohol with names that I don't say out loud.
There's a cloud that hangs around my house.
Electric signals, zeroes and ones.
They accompany the Headline News with hairpin turns and domestic bombs.
And I look when the looking is good.
But I can't ever uncover.
All the faces I turned away slowly turned into one another.
I have made my decision to hang around inside.
But I can't get to the places that I want to go from where I hide.
Believe the path is round.
Over and over.
A peaceful underground.
Hiding from the numbers.
Believe in living cells.
I know you're heavy bored.
Belief in peace invents a man with a heart of gold.
Peace don't betray me now.
I'll find you out, in the empty corners of a restless mind.
I have made my illusions bend.
I bury them when I shut my eyes.
I would hold hands, if holding was good.
If it could hold us together.
Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones.
Yes, your name's become a number.
I have made my decision to hang around inside.
But I can't get to the places that I want to go from where I hide.
No, I'll never find the places that I want to go from where I hide.
Somebody hold me, hold me down
So I don't slip tonight.
Punch the clocks out
Punch the wall still
Something's wrong with me.
Without you feels like the end of the world.
Without you feels like the end of the world.
What if somebody had told me, I'd be this unhappy
What if somebody had told me, I'd be this alone
What if somebody had told me, the world mean nothin'
I wish somebody had told me before you were gone, gone, gone.
Gooooone.
Somebody told me this little lie
Can't keep me from myself.
I detroyed what I built
I thought I was smarter than that.
Without you feels like the end of the world.
Without you feels like the end of the world.
What if somebody had told me, I'd be this unhappy?
What if somebody had told me, I'd be this alone?
What if somebody had told me, the world mean nothin'?
I wish somebody had told me before you were gone, gone, gone.
Gooooone.
Gone, gone, gone.
Gooooone.
Without you feels like the end of the world.
Without you feels just like the end of the world.
What if somebody had told me, I'd be this unhappy?
What if somebody had told me, I'd be this alone?
What if somebody had told me, the world mean nothin'?
I wish somebody had told me before you were gone, gone, gone.
Goooooone.
Gone, gone, gone.
Gone, gone, gone.
Here beats the black heart of my rancor
The speed of life can dull your nerve
I beat no drum for anything anymore
Might have more than I deserve
The golden age of being amused
Has turned into the modern life and times of being confused
And I feel it too
When I’m alone in my room
Waiting for that light to blink
The little song I miss
There’s a ghost there singing
I saw somebody jump the turnstile at the station
He barely made the doors and took a seat next to a stranger
I saw her eyes was as she brushed his body passing in the aisle
And you said where are you calling from tonight?
I don’t dismiss it that I need it
To disappear to something in loud
A few new faces fill the spaces with a river of names
And all the names just filter out
This work can occupy my mind
But it won’t convince my body that I’ve been satisfied
And 1’m most alive and I’m most like myself in my dreams
Your eyes connect the mis-remembered me
I saw somebody jump the turnstile at the station
Barely made the doors and took a seat next to a stranger
I saw her eyes as she brushed his body passing in the aisle
And I said where are you calling from tonight?
And when are you coming home?
"don't go there" I heard her say
"you can't stomach what you're going to see"
It's down there, by the water's edge
wasted and bloated and waiting for someone else
funny how, these things come about
when you're tied to the teeth and mouth
no sound of fury, no shot of pain
there was no real reason, no gain
I can't go down to the water's edge
I didn't do it...I saw who did
Don't go down to the water's edge
they did it once and they can do it again
it ain't no secret to me
how she got there down by the stream
I'd seen her the minute before the van pulled up and opened
the door (took all my love)
but I can't say a single word
about what I saw of her
her killers...they got their friends
in familiar places, I tell you man
this ain't no fucking game
and I'm feeling so ashamed
because I didn't do anything
no I didn't do anything
to stop this from happening
I didn't do a thing
I swear
"Don’t go there" I heard her say
"You can't stomach what you're going to see"
“It's down there, by the water's edge”
“Wasted and bloated and waiting for someone else”
Funny how, these things come about
When you're tied to the teeth and mouth
No sound or fury, no shot of pain
There was no real reason, no gain
I can’t go down to the waters edge
I didn't do it.....I saw who did
Don't go down to the waters edge
They did it once and they can do it again
It ain't no secret to me
How she got there down by the stream
Cause I'd seen her a minute before
The van pulled up and opened the door (took all my love)
I can't say a single word
About what I saw of her
Cause her killers....they got their friends
In familiar places, I tell you man
I can’t go down to the waters edge
I didn't do it.....I saw who did
Don't go down to the waters edge
They did it once and they can do it again
This ain't no fucking game
And I'm feeling so ashamed
Because I didn't do anything
No I didn't do anything
To stop
To stop
To stop
To stop
This…from… Happening
I didn't do anything
Don’t go down to the waters edge you said to me
I didn't do it..... But I saw who did you see
Don't go down to the waters edge
They did it once and they can do it again
I swear
I swear
I swear
I swear
I didn’t do a thing
I should have done
Something
how she got there down by the stream
I'd seen her a minute before the van pulled up and opened
the door (took all my love)
but I can't say a single word
about what I saw of her
her killers....they got their friends
in familiar places, I tell you man
this ain't no fucking game
and I'm feeling so ashamed
because I didn't do anything
no I didn't do anything
to stop this from happening I didn't do a thing I swear
I imagine long walks down the road.
Things begin to bloom and the sky explodes.
The damage is undone, and then I know.
This has got to be a dream.
Machines and luxuries don't last.
I took my sleep for granted in the past.
And I woke up half-dead in the hourglass.
Why does that sound funny?
Wait, you're almost there it's gone.
You're almost there it's gone.
You're almost where what follows you, does not bother you.
I have walked the tightrope parts of me.
I towed the line just far enough to see.
I never found a gift you get for free.
You pay for them dearly.
I see my forever as one long night.
If I can make it dark then I can make it light.
I know that most of living done is done in the mind.
Only thought survives.
Are you tired?
Are you uninspired?
Has the miscommunication tried to eat you up inside.
I am here, and you are here.
And everything I want to know.
Sleeps between your ears.
Little miss runs away.
Didn't think you would ever come back.
As I turned my head.
I find my newest complication.
She won't run.
Won't fall.
She don't talk to.
Anyone at all.
Am I your sleepless dream?
Can I whisper soft advice?
Am I the wind rush through the trees?
Turning leaves of observation.
She won't run.
And won't fall.
She don't talk to.
Anyone at all.
River rushes towards.
A south city left behind.
The Tug is moving at a walking pace.
Slithering up her spine.
I won't run.
I won't fall.
I don't talk to.
Anyone at all.
Super-Related and
I think it's bigger than books when
reality steps in
She's a gun with a gun
Super-Related and
I can feel you pull through me
Reality surely
leaves the choice in our hands
I could be chemical, I could be a plasticproxypriest
He's got more ends than means, more wants than needs
Super-Related and
I can see one Holy-Roller
keeps looking over his shoulder
but there's nobody there
Super-Related is
like a cosmic communion
It's the holiest union
that could ever exist
What if we're aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die or hit the ground
Super-Related is
all the lovers and has-beens
teaching the comers and kingpins
how to live with mistakes
Super-Related is
like a cosmic communion
It's the colorless union
of all the love in the world
What if we're aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die or hit the?
Every season has a lesson to be learned.
When all the love is piled, pushed aside, and is burned.
No more driving with the top pulled down or laying on the beach.
When your winter comes you're so out of reach.
Summer is over.
Leaves have all changed.
Good people hiding themselves again.
I have been burned by the sun.
Cold weather run.
Everybody has a friend to drive them home.
When all the bars have closed and ice is in bloom.
I could almost see your breath.
When you pulled away, stationwagonesque, wood-paneling pain.
Stare at the sun as it's passing you by and changing your life just means changing your mind.
Are you changing your mind?
Subway tunnel microphones
Open city overtones
Epic urgency survives
In every stranger passing by
Tiny lights go red and fade
Eyes go wide to hold their face
Am I done falling or falling still
Can never tell and I never will
I Trace a circle around your star
So close to being exactly where you are
I Trace a circle around your ghost
So close to knowing what she knows
Am I done falling or falling still?
Can Never tells and never will
Photographs, old friends I’ve had
Built to burn and one that’s built to last
You and I have tried to pretend.
We both exist inside of a dream.
In my life, from beginning to end,
no stranger thing has happened to me.
I went from highland, straight thru the desert.
I had to suffer my own mistakes.
I went from daylight, straight thru the nighttime.
I barely lived thru my own mistakes.
And still I find you waiting for me on the other side.
In my head I play my own god.
I take myself too seriously.
Wasted time, broke all my rules,
and still you are moving closer to me.
I went from highland, straight thru the desert.
I had to suffer my own mistakes.
I went from daylight, straight thru the nighttime.
I barely lived thru my own mistakes.
And still I find you waiting for me on the other side.
She tries with all her might.
To find a way inside of me.
Oh doesn't she want to be deep inside of me?
I have been such a fool.
Never wanting to believe it's true.
And still I find you waiting for me on the other side.
Does she love me the way she says she does?
Why wouldn't she?
Does she love me the way she says she does?
Why wouldn't she?
And still I find you...
I want to know just what you're keeping in your pocket.
I want to taste it before anybody knows its name.
You can hide in here with me.
I'll take all the blame.
I need to know just what you're keeping in your pocket.
I need to know it before anybody gets a piece.
I want to take it home with me.
I can't share with anyone.
You steal a car I'll steal the cash.
And then we're really movin'.
The only life worth losin' is the one that I can't spend with you.
I'll make a deal if you can deal with my devil.
We'll trade our souls and then I ruin you, you ruin me.
It's the best most people do.
But I'm sure we'll make it through.
We'll dig a hole where we can hide from your upbringing.
We'll let them visit but we know that it is just pretend.
Like we really give a damn about their town or government.
You change your face you change your name.
And then all you are are changin'.
I see you rearrangin'.
But I know you're just the same inside.
You steal a car I'll steal the cash.
And then we're gonna move it.
The only life worth losin' is the one that I can't spend with you.
Get down and pray to the oven
She thinks that god is there, in there
Do you see Sylvia in the oven?
Colossal Fact, Daddy’s ex don’t let you read.
Here’s what she sees.
In the end her only friend, keeps herself wide open
looks into a higher ground
What did husband say was found?
She found - a daughter going on with her life
I can’t juggle this
I can’t juggle thisI can’t juggle this
When it slips she says:
This Kansas wheat won’t break me
and another drink won’t take me
I can make it if you can
Strip it down wide open still
Was your head caught in that pill?
Was your life one big regret?
The smartest man she ever met
was not buried or put up on a cross
And she thinks it’s over, still
if that light won’t go on
There’s no hope in life at all
if the oven won’t burn
This Kansas wheat won’t break us
and another drink won’t make us free
The oven’s wide open, hold your breath and see.
Hold your breath and see . . .
I’ve got a photo booth picture
It reminds me of something you said to me
If everything you want is so far out of reach
If everything you want is so far out of reach
Move a little closer to me
I did a perfect imitation of someone who’s alive
Before I met you
Now colors seem to have a taste and a temperature
And everything doesn’t seem so far away
Forever feels like it’s never going to be enough
Held my breath as the water rushed in
I was drowning in the man I use to be
A castaway but you were there for me
Held my breath as the water rushed in
I was falling through a faded memory
Castaway and you were there for me
I count the cracks in the pavement.
Where the weeds and wishes grow.
Every car is a reminder.
That there's someplace else to go.
I steal a moment beside you.
Can you hear me whispering?
I don't know what divides you.
And I wonder if it's me.
I'm a man who needs control.
A little space, just to soothe my soul.
And sometimes I'm too far away.
I'm well enough to believe your lies.
And sick enough to believe you're mine.
If it's painful just because.
Don't be surprised if you're in love.
angel go to sleep.
she says her prayers goodnight.
its water in the ear to me.
but they make her feel alright.
a green-gold stregch of road.
is what she's dreamin of.
roll the windows down on 44.
i'd swear the sky just opens up.
angel get some rest.
and summer sleep tonight.
listen for your lullabye.
and im not by your side.
so angel goes to sleep.
she says her prayers goodnight
they're water in the ear to me.
but they make her feel alright.
so there water in the ear to me, yeah
but they make her feel alright
there's a tall, a mulatto. boy i know
and he comes to every party - he stands alone
viewing them the rest, from the corner of his glance
it gets so clear, he's not judging anyone
the way his arms float around his cage, he's caged
canary sings, silently brings, his voice to rage
the way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads
it's enough to make him want to run away
but he stays, he stands his ground
and I'm so lame
the way I condescend without ever knowing his name
he keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear
looks at everyone without the slightest fear
it's making me so ashamed
slender body, slip through his glance
I don't give him a single chance
the way he's rocking back and forth
makes a buzzing in my ear
constantly reminding me that I never stop to hear
him say hello, hello
and I am so lame
like a moth bumping off his godless flame
I cannot condescend or even apprehend, what comes over me
when I see his shameless face
so rage, please rage against me
beat me down, beat me down, forgive me
for what I've done, I'm so lame, I'm so lame, I'm so lame
so lame, so lame, so lame
My tired eyes are blackened wicks
Razor tucked under my chin
Quit quit quitters started quitting
One last time
Take me down to the other side
Where all the lights are handed out
Mine is empty mine is shattered and powered down
How she cuts from the inside
Whispers everything’s all right
She’s a late star rising up
To me she shines
I’m the bellyache in time
The bootstrap cough of the family line
All that history that was never meant to be
Hold my head together with
Reconnective little pills
That look like cars and swallow everything they see
And she cuts from the inside
Whispers everything is mine
Late stars that rise above us start to shine
Concentrate so I can find myself
I can’t get back all the time I wasted
She keeps an eye on me
She found my center
"Joliet," she says, "is the darkest part of a man?
It's angry and slick
Into her letters writes
through herself each time
she thinks of him
Trips her way down south
into mystery's mouth
and he follows her there
It's what she doesn't say
that makes you want to stay
and try to comfort her
I talked to the cousins of people who knew you
I asked them the questions they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your town
Maybe it's the prison
or the birth of barbed wire
"Joliet," she says, "is the darkest part of a man?
It's shaped like liberty's bell
cracked and common law
and stretched out over its flaws
like an ink-less well
The hanging judge in town
records her comments down
she saves the crowd the truth -
and deals with it herself
Fills that hollow well
with nothing left to prove
I talked to mountains and streams that pushed through there
I talked to the trees that had no fruit to bear
to the colorless people that sat there
beneath her
curled up, stared
I talked to the cousins of people who knew you
I asked them the questions they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your town
Maybe it's the prison
or the birth of barbed wire
Joliet
Hey man:
You're so complicated and mean
maybe your system needs adjustment
She is a famous people collector
I'm juggling J-O-B The Judger
Maybe the words don't mean a thing
They never fill the dead man's shoes
Who killed the culture-hero trip?
If it was me then it was you
You can be intimidating when
people think you're complicated
How could you be so in-between?
What they want and what you need
"Man, you're so complicated and mean"
The young mustafah cleaner said
"Don't waste your mojo on a curse
Politic your angry reason out of bed"
And if your words mean anything
make them a positive foundation
Back it up with what you do
wring the love out of frustration!
You can be intimidated when
people think you're complicated
How could you be so in-between?
What they want and what you need
Had a dream.
And you were my dream.
Saw your face.
Real in a dream.
Sugar mouth.
Stings like a bee.
Dreams with me at night.
Come around.
An image of you.
And I want.
The most I can get.
Come around.
And I'll bet the rent.
You're angel walking street.
Knowing each little mystery in me.
Ok, well nobody knows my truest name.
Bet you yours is the same.
You make me feel good.
Can't get you off the tip of my tongue.
You're Honey.
In my mouth.
Your satisfaction is the drug that I'm on.
When my condition is dragging me down.
You drown the ugliness out.
In a word.
You sold me a gift.
And the word.
No longer could fit.
What you mean.
And that word is: free.
Free to change and move.
And we climb.
The ladder to heaven.
In my dream, we're climbing to heaven.
A sublime satisfaction is waiting.
Waiting to be consumed.
As soon as you make a move.
Ok, nobody knows my truest name.
Bet you yours is the same.
You make me feel good.
I know you have a plan to break away.
Yes, I overheard.
Yes, I heard what you said.
Yes, I heard what you said.
Pack your bags and slip out.
So you're sticky and you're young and your head is like a sponge
Go to keep yourself, keep you from becoming one
Get up off of your knees!
You feel a tick in your stomach and it's eating towards your heart
A subtle, constant shiver from the bottom to the top
Get up off of your knees!
Someone needs to be an anthem for the end of suffering…
As revealed in the end there are parallels in life
If there's fission in the bomb then there's fission in your mind
Don't melt down on me!
Someone needs to be an anthem for the end of suffering…
Hang on to me
Don't disintegrate as you're discovering
There's a man in a dream doing laps around a lake
Busy talking to himself livingdying just the same
Don't think he was me!
I believe the middle takes the man out to the edge
and then I don't want to wait
I can be a wall around you, under any covering I'll find you
Hang on to me
Someone needs to be an anthem for the end of suffering…
Paint the caves of your existence with the colors of your mind
find a color for commitment, one that satisfies
Sounds easy to me!
I can be a wall around you, under any covering I'll find you
Hang on to me
Don't disintegrate as you're discovering
Hang on to me
Someone needs to be an anthem for the end of suffering…
So you're sticky and you're young and your head is like a sponge
Go to keep yourself, keep you from becoming one
Get up off of your knees!
You feel a tick in your stomach and it's eating towards your heart
A subtle, constant shiver from the bottom to the top
Get up off of your knees!
Someone needs to be an anthem for the end of suffering?/P>
As revealed in the end there are parallels in life
If there's fission in the bomb then there's fission in your mind
Don't melt down on me!
Someone needs to be an anthem for the end of suffering?/P>
Hang on to me
Don't disintegrate as you're discovering
There's a man in a dream doing laps around a lake
Busy talking to himself livingdying just the same
Don't think he was me!
I believe the middle takes the man out to the edge
and then I don't want to wait
I can be a wall around you, under any covering I'll find you
Hang on to me
Someone needs to be an anthem for the end of suffering?/P>
Paint the caves of your existence with the colors of your mind
find a color for commitment, one that satisfies
Sounds easy to me!
I can be a wall around you, under any covering I'll find you
Hang on to me
Don't disintegrate as you're discovering
Hang on to me
Someone needs to be an anthem for the end of suffering?
She's got a ticket
but you need more than a ticket to get you there
You need a string of good intentionsand an easy burn
Maybe some good luckwith the cash tucked in the back of your pocket
Maybe it's still not enough to ease your pain
you get tired and say fuck it
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
Need to have a little conversation
Find the truth behind the questions that are haunting you
She says there's motivation
tucked into the crease between the seats
I looked through the box
for cigarettes, maps, keys
There's so much room in here
you can put your feet straight out the dash
She turns the radio on
pulls me close to hear me laugh
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
Need to have a little conversation
Find the truth behind the questions that are haunting you
She rests her hand along the space
between my neckline and my back
I can feel her fingers runnin' through the feelings
I didn't think I had. Like…
maybe this road we're on
is the very thing that's come between us
maybe it's the highway
to the very place that might just save us
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
Need to have a little conversation
Find the truth behind the questions that are haunting you
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
I hear you've got a little education
It's not enough to satisfy what's haunting you
I am a tiny machinist.
I have the smallest plans.
I have a mind television.
The gift of idle hands.
I've been re-educated.
To bleed technology.
Even more complicated than the machines who made me.
I'm a wasteland messiah.
I'm a train run off the track.
I'm a first time believer in.
What might never always does.
Come back...
There was a blackhole voice.
An interrupted transmission.
It said to free yourself.
And that fear is your submission.
I have the tiny tools.
To finish what I start.
I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts.
I'm a wasteland messiah.
I'm a train run off the track.
I'm a first time believer in.
What might never always does come back.
I'm a ghost with a name.
I'm the now and never past.
I'm a first time believer in what might never always does.
Come back.
Yes, I want you.
Yes, I want your mind.
Blow it every time.
They say it's darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone.
Of this I have no doubt.
I drove the 44.
To sun coming up sky.
And when I saw their cars,
I just smiled in my surprise.
Little wasteland messiahs.
Little trains run off the track.
Little first time believers in.
What might never always does.
Come.
Little ghosts with a name.
Little now and never past.
Little first time believers in.
What might never always does.
Come back.
As I step out into space.
I wonder what you would say.
If you knew that I was here.
Perfecting my mistakes.
I poured that gasoline.
Last drop to the machine.
And I drove that metal.
As far away.
Do you really want to go much faster?
Anything less than love is disaster.
Do you really want to drag my heart around?
I feel it like the sun.
A wave that you've become.
It settles on my tongue.
It's something that I want.
I'm a picture of a boy.
Who likes to draw the line.
Between himself and earth.
To find out what he's worth.
Stop and decide if you want this.
Before tearing it down.
I'm alone by my design.
Have you been waiting there by a phone?
For someone to call.
Who calls your name, calls you home.
I used to be a rider.
And never had to choose.
Now that I'm the driver.
There's so much more to lose.
She's got a ticket
but you need more than a ticket to get you there
You need a string of good intentions
and an easy burn
Maybe some good luck
with the cash tucked in the back of your pocket
Maybe it's still not enough to ease your pain
you get tired and say fuck it
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
Need to have a little conversation
Find the truth behind the questions that are haunting you
She says there's motivation
tucked into the crease between the seats
I looked through the box
for cigarettes, maps, keys
There's so much room in here
you can put your feet straight out the dash
She turns the radio on
pulls me close to hear me laugh
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
Need to have a little conversation
Find the truth behind the questions that are haunting you
She rests her hand along the space
between my neckline and my back
I can feel her fingers runnin' through the feelings
I didn't think I had. Like?BR>maybe this road we're on
is the very thing that's come between us
maybe it's the highway
to the very place that might just save us
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
Need to have a little conversation
Find the truth behind the questions that are haunting you
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
I hear you've got a little education
It's not enough to satisfy what's haunting you
Don抰 Walk with The Devil
By 7M3
Frequently down at the open-air bar,
The regulars run a dirty jukebox
And scowl at the weekenders swilled in their mock veneer.
And I take my tricks, like a miner for coal.
I shake their hands until the slippery voice.
Waitress lends me a smile and some good advice.
She says:
揇on抰 walk with the devil (don抰 walk with the devil),
If you can抰 run with him too.
Don抰 walk with the devil,
If you can抰 run with him.
Well, the opulence fades with the bottles and cans,
And I eavesdrop in on the localsdemands,
Slither down their olives, one by one.
Little they heed the saying that goes,
揑f you talk to loud, then you really don抰 know.The best words of advice I can
never give them:
揇on抰 walk with the devil (don抰 walk with the devil),
If you can抰 run with him too.
Don抰 walk with the devil,
If you can抰 run with him.
The street is tired and the fever is high.
Strangers creeps till the sweet delight
Of an unknown comfort in taking what抯 forbidden.
Yeah, it was such a night when a man rolled in
With a gold toothed brow and a silvery grin.
I knew for sure salvation was his profession.
And he sat next to me and I can already tell,
He had a question to ask, he had come to collect on a promissory paid.
And I knew that I抎 deliver.
And I said:
揇on抰 walk with the devil (don抰 walk with the devil),
If you can抰 run with him too.
Don抰 walk with the devil,
If you can抰 run with him.
揇on抰 walk with the devil (don抰 walk with the devil),
If you can抰 run with him too.
Don抰 walk with the devil,
If you can抰 run with him.
And I swallowed my drink,
Rolled the rust in my mouth
And motioned to him he should follow out to the alley in back.
I said, 揝tep into my office.And he finally looked at me straight in the eye.
I could see his jaw drop and shutter inside
Surprised in the wake of his newest epiphany.
He said 揝ir you are not who I thought you were.
I never believed, but now I抦 too sure.
I sold you my soul, leave me some words of mercy.And I whispered:
揇on抰 walk with the devil (don抰 walk with the devil),
If you can抰 run with him too.
Don抰 walk with the devil,
If you can抰 run with him.
Don抰 walk with the devil (don抰 walk with the devil),
If you can抰 run with him too.
Don抰 walk with the devil,
If you can抰 run with him.
Tell me why I’m here
In this empty house
My mind won’t change
Will it now
Everything I thought that I put to rest
Everything wrong always the same
Everything gone Nothing has Changed
Blue letter over my head
I still remember every word you said
Held my breath so tightly
I never realized you did till now
There was paper box underneath her bed
Of everything she kept everything I said
Now There’s a paper box but it’s not me in there
What fades? What stays? Who forgets?
I’ll never let you go there’s a part of me
no one has seen nothing can change
No one can touch I won’t erase
Blue letter over my head
I still remember every thing we said
Held our hands so tightly
A look
I know I’ve found something that fits
Something that’s Pure
Someone I can’t Resist
I never thought it could be this good
I never thought I could ever move on
I never thanked you for what you did
A blue letter over my head
I still remember everything you said
Hold your breath and watch me
Walk away forever
A blue letter over my head
I still remember everything it said
Nothing is wrong nothing has changed
I’ll always be there I’ll see you again
I didn’t then but I thank you now
I had an awful wakeup dream, everything was just what it seemed
I had a nightmare soaked in light, everything was cracked from inside
I’ve seen the way I go in the end, I shut my eyes to begin
Little black cars stretched out In a line
All moving backwards in time
There’s no connection
There’s no emotion
Everyone pretends it’s such a beautiful thing
Killed by a memory
Tell me I don’t have to be
Another number tacked to a wall cuz
It leaves me dislocated
I fell I fall I’m falling still
Sleep speaks in little pink pills
One more chance to get it all wrong
That’s all that you get from a radio song
I’ve told that story a thousand times
So I’m stealing yours to be mine
All those sad books and worn out hooks that hang a man up on the world
Killed by a memory
Tell me I won’t ever be
Another picture tacked to a wall just
I’m just too dislocated
Killed by a memory
Tell me I won’t ever be
Another number scratched on a wall just
Don’t leave me dislocated
I read those sad books they inspired everything I thought I should hide
Killed by a memory
Tell me I won’t ever be
Another number scratched on a wall just
Don’t leave me dislocated
Killed by a memory
Tell me I could never be
Another dead-end brick in a wall
Just
Don’t leave me dislocated
Tell me I don’t have to be
Another number
Another dead end brick in a wall cuz
It leaves me dislocated
It will take a fancy store
for mom and dad
to forget what they never had
It will only take one moment
to make her believe
she's something worth trying on
A little motivation goes a long way down
down
down
I think a cigarette should smoke
like the Devil's holy joke
because he's laid one out on me
I think if everybody streamed
from their TVs to your scene
it would be O.K. with me
You can't keep a good thing on a string
You've got to give it room to breath
It may leave an empty space
A little motivation goes a long way down
down
down
In every situation,
heavy traffic
jams his sound
No communication with you
Words don't believe
the things they mean
mean what you say
say who you are
No communication with you
This silence is thick
but listen close
I'm crawling through
your radio
I can't keep a thought?
Am I?
Chasing you, chasing you out
Chasing you, chasing you out
No communication with you
Tired of things
we can't control
We want them fixed
Compatible
No communication with you
The moment you leave
the truth explodes
from underneath
her hiding place
I can't keep a thought?
Am I?
Chasing you, chasing you out
Chasing you, chasing you out
It's make believe
It's in your mind
Always in your mind
It's deafening
Distance between
conditioning
You and I
I can't keep a thought?
Am I?
Chasing you, chasing you out
Chasing you, chasing you out
You had a basement apartment
We spent the days in the dark there
Everything implied and perfect
We made up our own secret language
With no word for goodbye
A Remington Rand on your birthday
Pages of games we’ve been playing
Letters of lost conversations
You never think that I’m listening
Are you listening now?
You’re the center of the scenery
No matter where it’s taken me
It doesn’t change when I’m not there
I’ve got a suitcase and ticket
I know you can see through the patterns
Returning and leaving but outside
There’s just so little that matters
I can’t wait to just sit still
You invent for me a usefulness
And I’ve started getting used to it
What I miss when I’m not there
Another hope to die love song
You’re going to get yours before to long
If you need me look to find me
Right here by your side
Little black dots on paper
Connected in your name
I float up off the sidewalk
See you through a window
Remember where to find me
You can tell me not to miss you
From now on you won’t have to
If you need me look to find me
Right here by your side
I get you ready for the breakdown. I'm the feeling inside you that just wants to explode.
I never sugarcoat a shakedown.
So empty all your pockets of the things that you think you know.
You can bow to the prophet.
You can make him an offer.
But you're gonna reap what you sow.
I get you ready for the breakdown.
I'm the feeling inside you.
You know you will never control.
Do you know what you're runnin' on?
I know the sound that drags you downtown.
Drags you from your job and the hardwired boredom of house.
I see you changing from the neck down.
Do you walk it like you talk it?
Or say it just to hear it out loud?
You can drag it for miles.
You can make it your style.
Never do you much good in the ground.
I get you ready for the breakdown.
I'm the something inside you that makes you want to slither and howl.
Do you know what you're runnin' on?
One good love so don't let it breakdown.
Something in there that never should shutdown.
Your precious will.
Feed your precious will.
Guard your precious will.
Your precious will.
I get you ready for the breakdown.
The finest minds of my generation are all connected to the zeroes and ones.
By now you know this is a shakedown.
So empty all your pockets of the things you thought you had done.
I bowed to the prophet.
And I did it so often.
He said, "man, you look good in my clothes..".
I get you ready for the breakdown, I'm the feeling inside you.
It just wants to explode.
Do you know what you're runnin' on?
Answer: Your Precious Will.
Everything's a blessing in disguise
You wear yours
I'll wear mine
Everything's a blessing in disguise
Falling to rise
The vanishing me
is aching to be
something you need
Thin?BR>Thin as a strand
She stands at the edge
and pulls me back in
Thin as a strand
She stands at the edge
and does what she can
to pull me back?in
Everything's a blessing in disguise
We've got time
Everything's a blessing in disguise
You're all I want
and maybe you,
You don't make me say it
You don't make me say it
Thin?BR>Thin as a strand
She stands at the edge
and pulls me back in
Thin as a strand
She stands at the edge
and does what she can
to pull me back?in
I can’t let you go
Don’t let the dark
Be the only place you see me
I’ll try to find you something new
That pulls me back to your arms
Little towns are the way we’re living
Little white crosses on dangerous curves
Everyone’s just dying to get out
They got skills but forgot the nerve
Turns me on when you turn me down
Everything inside me turned around
You’ve been tried and you’ve been true
And I know that pulled me through
I don’t mind you don’t know where you’re going
I want to go with you
All the things you thought you handed down
They don’t shine like they shine for you
I remember your phoenix shut it’s eyes
And scratched it into my shoulder
Like everything I wish would die
Repeats itself over and over
Have I tried?
Am I true?
Did the things I said I’d never do
All that faith and luck and trust
If it’s not real it turns to rust
It turns me on when you say your mine
All the things I thought I’d never find
Your attention has it’s price
But it’s never bark no bite
I can’t stand the way you tell it
Turns me on when you turn me down
Everything inside me turns around
Give me faith and love and trust
Or just crush me into dust
I’m not afraid to pay your price
Because you’re never bark no bite
my my stomach hurts again tonight she says:
and crashes on her floor
cuts what she can't untie
ties it to a door
if mercy was a cattle call
she didn't hear
she didn't want to play the role
of the fool again
won't be fooled again
indifference as my witness
I think she'd take me back
she tears down my front door
just to see my photograph
my my head is getting so confused she says
what's she trying to do to me?
put my sticker on her car
bought a CD
if mercy was a cattle call
she didn't hear
she didn't want to play the role of the fool again
won't be fooled again
indifference as my witness
I think she'd take me back
she tears down my front door
just to hear my phonograph
it spins....
I ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin
don't you leave me baby don't you go
I ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin
don't you leave me
my my skin can't take much more of this, she says
you're scaling over me.
every time I wash it off, I find you underneath
and if mercy was a cattle call
she didn't hear...
she didn't want to play the role of the fool again
won't be fooled again...
Mean Mr. Mustard says
he's bored with life in the dead stream.
Can't afford French corner high,
says it gets old real quick.
And he pails up next to me
and scrawled on the pavement
it says,
Son, time is all the luck you need.
Chorus:
But if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied and I won't betray
the things that I hide. There's not enough years underneath this build
for me to admit the way that I felt.
Mean Mr. Mustard says
don't be the wave that crashes
from a sea of discontent
he says he's wrestled with that blanket.
It leaves you cold and wet
any way you stretch it.
Divide at the feet disease of my youth
and watch that you don't catch it.
Chorus:
I'm the wave that crashes from a sea that turns it self.
I'm inside out every chance I get to see what it's like in hell.
Chorus:
Chorus:
There's not enough years underneath this build for me to admit the way
that I felt
Some things are made to be broken
Some things are made to be kept
We’re in the space between what’s over and what’s left
If I tried too hard to keep you
I did it so I could reach you
I had to re-arrange the only things that worked for me
Part of this happened slowly and part of it overnight
What happens when everything you want never arrives?
Some things are made to be broken
There’s a face in here from the past
It’s and ocean under the glass
I hang it up on the wall and never look back
Little scar shaped souvenirs
Are the only witnesses here
To a faded alibi that used to be mine
It used to be mine
She calls me Goliath, and I wear the David mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
You know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass
All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall
I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl
I'd like to believe we could reconcile the past
Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
But my old stone face can't seem to bring her down
She remembers the bridges, burns them to the ground
I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl
Too heavy, too light, too black or too white
Too wrong or too right, today or tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she's wanting me less
And I'm wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome
No, yeah, no no no...
No no no, yeah...
There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
Regardless of the balance, life has become
Cumbersome
Too heavy, too light, too black or too white
Too wrong or too right, today or tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she's wanting me less
And I'm wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome
No, yeah, no no no...
No no no, yeah...
No no no, no...
Yeah...
Your life has become cumbersome
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