I steal the notes from other bands I fill their shoes with wet cement I make you think of certain things And when you talk the things you'll say I'm
Our training's almost done The graduation's near The experience of loosing the diversion of my memory Has led to no conclusion Other than I motion silently
You sit outside in the dark And get nicked by the strobe light While we're playing indoors We play in a bar We play in a basement We play in a room
Loud for a reason The reason wasn't what was heard The traffic had died down The road congestion has moved to the bars Where a lot arrived in makeup
Some people get bit from the inside When they talk it's cold and sour And no, there's nothing they can do now They've had their way too many times If
They were confused They were in luck They figured it out Who had all made it up The man in the sky is angry tonight And the kids don't care anymore
I've seen you awhile now Long enough to be close There's some things about you That I should know, I still don't With all the questions we didn't ask
The news has got me paranoid Papers and the news reports Casualties of every war The anchor people keeping score The weapons now are chemicals In water
And you feel the spiral turning for you alone And you feel so heavy that you just can't stop it When you see your madness turns you into stone A picture
Our eyes are moving Forward faster than These tangled chords I noticed that you want to leave We've burned out fast Deciding who could complicate us
I'm caught in excitement, an unusual spell It's pure in a sense and abstract from our lives We talked a lot, abstraction came into focus Her tales of
I feel a warm resistance Beneath the outer layer What once moved living organs Leaks through a thin veneer Blue blooded royal body Elegantly posed to
Scarlet boots, the kiss of death Patience and the end of it Blended angels, whispered love Countdown 'til it's gone for long Velvet voices, haunting
Don't admit you're sick Let your fit body bury it The faintness that you feel Is nothing permanent Don't buy the sickness on tv You want your help, they
Understand, I don't care if I meet you And you don't care if we meet It's just conversation We're not so compatible But at least we know And we don't
Hold my hand, it's shakin' bad I'm going to the doc I pay him, he'll fix me up I think I've got enough Ambulance, no, costs to much We'll take a van
hear the talk We settle down Release the thought We get along I don't know which is better now This backwardness or my own imbalance We can stand each other
Confident with your back to the audience Tremelo strings begin with your gesturing wrist Start the orchestra slow with an elegant aire Then a circular