Synapse to synapse: the possibility′s thin. I′m dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date. The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took, were so real.
And I kept distance: the complications cloud the postcards and blip through fiberoptics, as the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties their parents bought them: "I′ll catch you this time!"
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I′ll tell you mine. You were the one, but I can′t spit it out when the date′s been set. The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached beer cans to the bumper so they could drive up and down the main drag. People would will turn to see who′s making the racket. It′s not...the first time.
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream and I′ll contest, but they won′t listen when the casualty rate′s near 100 percent, and there isn′t a pension for second best or for hardly moving...
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I′ll tell you mine. You were the one, but I can′t spit it out when the date′s been set. The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
You were the one, but I can′t spit it out when the date′s been set. The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
Every scream went bleeding through these paper walls and all the make-up in the world couldn′t hide the scars I leave today, I′m packing light: a suitcase, some toiletries The rolling hills and willow trees of Carolina wait for me
You never learned, the rules have changed since we were nine This isn′t school: boys don′t assault the girls they like
The taste of blood, the claim of love: these two will here on cease to be sprouting from your fists and tongue ′cause Carolina waits for me
Fields of grain go whipping by from the window seat I′m drifting in, I′m drifting out catching up on sleep I couldn′t get Indentured since the very crest of 17 I left my keys and broken dreams ′cause Carolina waits for me
I will never forgive a single day Mile markers seem to call my name and say, "you′re safer now. Through every town, we′ll light your way in reflective green all the way" The entire state of Carolina waits for me
I′m in los angeles today... it smells like an airport runway. jet fuel stenches in the cabin and lights flickering at random.
I′m in los angeles today... garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creaping even when the population′s sleeping.
And i can′t see why you′d want to live here.
I′m in los angeles today... asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing and he said it varies from season to season, kid.
It′s where our best are on display... motion picture actors′ houses maps are never ever current so save your film and $15.
And i can′t see why you′d want to live here. Billboards reach past the tallest buildings, we are not perfect but we sure try. As UV rays degradate our youth with time.
The vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place in the belly of the beast that is californ-i-a, I drank from a faucet and i kept my receipts for when the weigh me on my way out (here nothing is free). The greyhounds keep coming dumping locusts into the street until the gutters overflow and los angeles thinks, i might explode someday soon.
It′s a lovely summer′s day and i can almost see a skyline through a thickening shroud of egos. (is this the city of angeles or demons?) Here the names are what remain... stars encapsulate the gold lame and they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating.
You can′t swim in a town this shallow - you will most assuredly drown tomorrow.
And so it is Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time And so it is The shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her sky
I can′t take my eyes off of you I can′t take my eyes off you I can′t take my eyes off of you I can′t take my eyes off you I can′t take my eyes off you I can′t take my eyes...
And so it is Just like you said it should be We′ll both forget the breeze Most of the time And so it is The colder water The blower′s daughter The pupil in denial
I can′t take my eyes off of you I can′t take my eyes off you I can′t take my eyes off of you I can′t take my eyes off you I can′t take my eyes off you I can′t take my eyes...
Did I say that I loathe you? Did I say that I want to Leave it all behind?
I can′t take my mind off of you I can′t take my mind off you I can′t take my mind off of you I can′t take my mind off you I can′t take my mind off you I can′t take my mind... My mind...my mind... ′Til I find somebody new
You see nothing to be adored, when obsession takes it′s toll You can′t place you in between the pages of fashion magazines Paper cuts from turning pages, just like a bad dream Is it this or that or me that makes you owe? what you can′t defeat
Boiled over burning clean toward the flesh blocks? in your knees It′s a lesson that just might keep suppressing appetites Paper cuts from turning pages, just like a bad dream Is it this or that or me that makes you owe? what
And I live this life just to bear these scars Will the hurt subside, if you decide? That′s it′s me and you this time Is it you that always... is it you that decides
And I live this life just to bear these scars Will the hurt subside, if you decide? And I live this life just to bear these scars Will the hurt subside, if you decide?
Just admit that you′re wrong and i′ll give back what i borrowed or stole from your parents house, from your studio: it′s the principle you said wait here prove all my hypotheses catching up w/ the band: their drummer had left to persue his career i rode in their van. they stated, "the parting was ugly: it brought him to tears."
sometimes i think this cycle never ends we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again and it seems by the time that i have figured what it′s worth the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
but if i move my place in line i′ll lose. and i have waited, the anticipation′s got me glued.
i am waiting for something to go wrong. i am waiting for familiar resolve.
sometimes it seems that i don′t have the skills to recollect the twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends i′m thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf and crack it′s weary spine and read to help remind myself
but if i move my place in line i′ll lose. and I have waited, the anticipation′s got me glued.
i am waiting for something to wrong i am waiting for familiar resolve i am waiting for another repeat another diet fed by crippling defeat and i am waiting for that sense of relief i am waiting for you to flee the scene as if you held in your hand the smoking gun and on the floor lay the one you said you loved.
and it′s strange they are basically the same so i don′t ask names anymore.
sometimes i think this cycle never ends we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again and it seems by the time that i have figured what it′s worth the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse (x2)
there′s a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress and i′m sneaking glances. looking for the patterns in static they start to make sense the longer i′m at it.
ivory lines lead oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho
your heart is a river that flows from your chest through every organ your brain is the dam and i am the fish who can′t reach the cord.
ivory lines lead oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho
oh, instincts are misleading you shouldn′t think what you′re feeling they don′t tell you what you know you should want.
ivory lines lead oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho (x2)
oh, instincts are misleading you shouldn′t think what you′re feeling they don′t tell you want you know you should want.
Alone on a train aimless in wonder An outdated map crumbled in my pocket But I didn′t care where I was going They′re all different names for the same place.
The coast just appeared when the sea drown the summer I′ve no words to share with anyone The boundaries of language are quietly cursed All the different names for the same different.
There are different names for the same things There are different names for the same things...
you′ll be given love you′ll be taken care of you′ll be given love you have to trust it maybe not from the sources you′ve poured yours into maybe not from the directions you are staring at twist your head around it′s all around you all is full of love all around you all is full of love you just ain′t receiving all is full of love your phone is off the hook all is full of love your doors are all shut all is full of love
I descended a dusty gravel ridge Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge Until I eventually arrived At the place where your soul had died.
Barefoot in the shallow creek, I grabbed some stones from underneath And waited for you to speak to me.
And the silence; it becamse so very clear That you had long ago dissapeared. I cursed myself for being surprised That this didn′t play like it did in my mind.
All the way from San Francisco As I chased the end of your road Cause I′ve still got miles to go.
And I want to know my fate If I keep up this way.
And it′s hard to want to stay awake When everyone you need, they all seem to be asleep. And you wonder if you missed your dream.
You can′t see a dream You can′t see a dream. You just can′t see a dream.
And then it started getting dark. I truged back to where the car was parked No closer to any kind of truth As I assume was the case with you.
It′s a backwards attraction to your forward eyes But you′re so far-sighted that you can′t place trust In what or who you recognize We sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river Mary timony was smaller then a super ball... Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers Plain and simply broken down near olympia I think your bruise was understanded, ′cause you can′t feel this anymore It′s getting bluer and you can′t keep faking That you can′t feel this anymore
bent at the knee, a last resort backfired and made things worse once on the bus, it was quite possible you′d be the jailhouse queen jury and judge were screaming to hang you spat the sweat from brow he shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work it had to end right now... i can′t drive straight counting your fake frowns focusing in; details a must trying to make each one count all on your fingers stopping at ten magistrate′s keyed in how the jury and judge were screaming to hang you spat the sweat from brow he shrugged his shoulders; nothing would work it had to end right now... we can′t keep your interest now increasing pixels and sound
The atlantic was born today and i′ll tell you how... The clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere When the water filled every hole. And thousands upon thousands made an ocean, Making islands where no island should go. Oh no.
Those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats. I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat. The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more. The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row It seems farther than ever before Oh no.
I need you so much closer [x8]
[instrumental break]
I need you so much closer [x4] So come on, come on [x4]
I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess You wanted me to write you letters, but i′d rather lose your address And forget that we′d ever met and what did or did not occur. Sitting in the station, it′s all a blur Of dancehall hips, pretentious quips. A boxers, bob and weave.
And here′s the kicker of this whole shebang You′re in debt and completely fooled, that you can look into the mirror and objectively rank your wounds. Sewing circles are not solely based in trades of cloth... There′s spinsters all around here taking notes, reporting on us.
As information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age As our days are crawling by so slowly Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age As our days are crawling by so slowly
Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age As our days are crawling by so slowly Information travels faster in the modern age, in the modern age As our days are crawling by so slowly
Three wasted years, standing still As you opened up, 18 miles wide On this country drive I can′t keep up ′cause you′re so far gone And it′s all too much hindsight Three wasted years, wasting time As the hunger pains grow inside
I can′t keep up ′cause you′re so far gone And it′s all too much hindsight
summer′s gone i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall overworked and now i′m all used up this tv haze sucks me through i watch the world from me inside overworked and now i′m all used up final drag, fills my lungs and makes me high they fill up, as i bottom out steering wheels, watch them driving driving with some place to go, i′d steer myself, but i don′t have a route
looking onto men, no ice cream man... beaches filled with sand while the tv trays, wasting summer days slowly slipping away
but ur so little help when days are slow and i′m down inside i′ll have to go your so little help when mine′s slow when i′m down inside
summer′s gone i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall overworked and now i′m all used up this tv haze, sucks me through i watch the world from me inside overworked and now i′m all used up
looking on to men, no ice cream man... beaches filled with sand while the tv trays, wasting summer days slowly slipping away
but your so little help when days are slow and i′m down inside i have to go... your so little help when your are slow when i′m down inside...
I put on my overcoat and walked into winter - my teeth chattered rhythms And they were grouped in twos or threes, like a morse code message was sent from me to me. cars on slippery slopes, they′re stuck... People pushing through their mittens as i was beginning to feel it soaking through my shoes, getting colder with every step i took to your apartment, dear.
And i was a kaleidoscope... the snow on my lenses distorting the image of what was only one of you and i didn′t know which one to address as all your lips moved.
This is when i forget breathe all the things i scripted, they sound unfounded. And the look that you′re giving me, it tells me exactly what you are thinking... "this ain′t working anymore."
They got their mothers worked into a panic Sledding down hills into oncoming traffic The parents layered clothes until the children couldn′t move then kept them outside til their noises were blue and I got left there, too.
I put on my overcoat and walked into winter, my teeth chattered rhythms. And they were grouped in twos or threes like a morse code message was sent from me to me.
Squeaky swings and tall grass The longest shadows ever cast The water′s warm and children swim And we frolicked about in our summer skin
I don′t recall a single care Just greenery and humid air Then Labor day came and went And we shed what was left of our summer skin
On the night you left I came over And we peel the freckles from our shoulders Our brand new coats so flushed and pale And I knew your heart I couldn′t break Cause the seasons change was a conduit And we left our love in our summer skin
Leaving the central state from shallow ground Home in the valley but the rent′s paid south You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty With what was left of our fair city
Call in the army corps of architects To flatten the skyline and begin again I knew the years would move quickly, But never quite as fast as this So bring the discrepancies, I′ll pour the drinks.
These things take my time and energies Don′t stand too close without apologies Cutthroat; cut out candid glimpses and Wind me up; I′m ready Can′t escape this line of best fit Can′t escape this line of best fit These things take my time and energies Don′t stand too close without apologies I remember being inside something more than you... Can′t escape this line of best fit
last night i dreamt that i was you. i was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude. such a pose i could simply not hold through days in a northern town that i had once called a home. your studies for fringe new york streets: i was reading the pavement in every work you would speak. to a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it′s on... buying drinks for the poets upstate, this southern corrupting towed you down the interstate, and they all said that you were the king of gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would speak. this town simply cannot compete so i′m packing my Bullets and Silverstones and heading east to a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it′s on... if i could have (had) my way this year would bridge ′66 (again?) trust fund hipsters were casing the room chock full of amphetamines. the overturned kick drum book set the pace with incomparable cool. and if the tempo was lousy it was lost on all but you...
And if it was just how you wanted You′d be glued to his bones and his brainstem And changing your image and attitudes Won′t bring you back into your bedroom
Amputating as he′s waiting He′s unresponsive ′cause you′re irresponsible
Little swinger your bottle is thinking too much ′Cause you′re aiming to please way off target And I′ll tell you what you must already know Of amputating that too slow
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for both a beginning and an end But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize When he catches his reflection on accident
On the back of a motor bike With your arms outstretched trying to take flight Leaving everything behind But even at our swiftest speed we couldn′t break from the concrete In the city where we still resigned. And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea-light navy men Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides Like brothers on a hotel bed Like brothers on a hotel bed Like brothers on a hotel bed Like brothers on a hotel bed
Time for the final bout Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates highway bound Give us our measly sum Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly Starting out with nothing but crippling doubt We′ll rest easy justified Suffered a swift defeat, i′ll endure countless repeats The gift of memory is an awful curse With age it just gets much worse, but i won′t mind I won′t mind I won′t mind I won′t mind
Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin because it hasn′t sunk in... so far
Well it′s a drab routine, the dust storms building and then it′s hard to come clean
Then the months stack up to an addictive crutch As if the drink weren′t enough A stagger cannot compete There′s no charm in being residential state street
And if I was sober could I kill caution and stay over And if I was sober would I rip hearts apart like paper?
I wish you could know better than you show with parted lips pointed down That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do.
And if I was sober Could I kill caution and stay over? And if I was sober Would I rip hearts apart like paper?
What a difference it made What a difference it made
And if I was sober Could I kill caution and stay over? And if I was sober Would I rip hearts apart like paper?
What a difference it made What a difference it made
There′s a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes... i threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
That you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living.
It′s no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a poor single mother that would raise us alone, we′d never see the money that went down your throat
Through the hole in your belly.
Thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver
Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the catholic chuch. the servers wore crosses
To shield from the sufferance plauging the others. styrofoam plates, cafateria tables charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
And i′m thinking of you. i do every year
When we count all our blessings
And wonder what we′re doing here.
You′re a disgrace to the concept of family
The priest won′t divulge that fact in his homily and i′ll stand up and scream
If the mourning remain quiet, you can deck out a lie in a suit but i won′t buy it.
I won′t join in the procession that′s speaking their peace. using five dollar words while praising his integrity. and just cause he′s gone it doesn′t change the fact... he was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death.
Sitting on a carousel ride without any music or light. Everything was closed at coney island, and i could not help from smiling.
I can hear the atlantic echo back roller coaster screams from summers past. And everything was closed at coney island, and i could not help from smiling. Brooklyn will fill in the beach eventually and everyone will go except me.
When we laugh indoors, the blissful tones bounce off the walls and fall to the ground. Peel the hardwood back to let them loose from decades trapped and listen so still. This city is my home, construction noise all day long and gutter punks are bumming change. So i breed thicker skin and let me lustrous coat fill in and i′ll never admit that I loved you guenivere.
I′ve always fallen fast with too much trust in the promise that no one′s ever been here, so you can quell those wet fears. I want purity, i must have it here right now. But don′t you get me started now.
December′s chill comes late, the days get darker and we wait for this direness to pass. There are piles on the floor of artifacts from dresser drawers, and i′ll help you pack.
I think I′m drunk enough to drive you home now I′ll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key That′s rusted firm, no lie ′Cause all these conversations wind on and on.... Drinking champagne from a paper cup Is never quite the same And every sip′s moving through my eyes And up into my brain At half past two; about time to leave ′Cause the DJ′s playing rhythm and blues A sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin′ grooves As i′m waiting around for you....
I once knew a girl In the years of my youth With eyes like the summer All beauty and truth In the morning I fled Left a note and it read Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret Cause each broken heart will eventually mend As the blood runs red down the needle and thread Someday you will be loved
You′ll be loved you′ll be loved Like you never have known The memories of me Will seem more like bad dreams Just a series of blurs Like I never occurred Someday you will be loved
You may feel alone when you′re falling asleep And everytime tears float down your cheeks But I know your heart belongs to someone you′ve yet to meet Someday you will be loved
You′ll be loved you′ll be loved Like you never have known The memories of me Will seem more like bad dreams Just a series of blurs Like I never occurred Someday you will be loved
You′ll be loved you′ll be loved Like you never have known The memories of me Will seem more like bad dreams Just a series of blurs Like I never occurred Someday you will be loved Someday you will be loved
And I′m standing up in my practice room I′m all alone Speaker′s almost blown And my new Gibson amp Oh what the hell.... Things are not so different in my vocal master You are the face that launched one thousand ships Greeks and trojans and a thousand ships The ships eyeing the shores of asia minor Lining all the shores of asia minor You can tell that im not a minor in asia no more I′m standing up This is the face that launched a thousand ships I′m standing up This is the face that launched one thousand ships This is the face that shot You′ll never have replaced Splitting up his kids to 3 separate parts For his sons and the 3 separate hearts
Try to scrape it off the thought of skin against skin Move it front to back and start it go again
With the depression and time we will multiply I′ve got more mouths to feed than I could ever Fit in this auto You go have a good time Bring back stories Cause I will stay behind
So punch the clock two months of up and I am stuck down Against the floor the heat rises out of this town
With the depression and time we will multiply Till I′ve got more mouths to feed than I could ever Fit in this auto You go have a good time Bring back stories Cause I will stay behind
And that′s the story of the boy who tried to play it cool He found it hard to keep it up when you were changing rules
With the depression and time we will multiply Till I′ve got more mouths to feed than I can ever Fit in this auto You go have a good time Bring back stories Cause I will stay behind
And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny glance of father time As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
today As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me Amongst the vending machines and year old magazines In a place where we only say goodbye
minds sun at all
self news
Then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their head And I′m thinking of what Sarah said but love is watching someone die
Whenever I come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds. And the shop fronts on Holly are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels) and we peered through the windows: New bottoms on barstools, the people remain the same, with prices inflating - inflating
As if saved from the gallows, there′s a bellow of buzzers and people stop working and they′re all so excited - excited
Passing through uncounscious states, when I awoke I was on the high-way - high-way high-way high-way With your hands on my shoulders , a meaningless movement: A movie script ending, and the patrons are leaving - leaving
Passing through uncounscious states, when I awoke I was on the high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way and now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs - yes, yes. and I′ll put them to bed, but they won′t sleep. Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn, you can′t begin to get it back.
Passing through uncouscious states, when I awoke I was on the onset of a later stage: the headlights are beacons on the high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way.
Technicolor girls are always on the phone talking about their homes and the conversations continue endlessly.
Technicolor boys, transistor radios blasting their treble tones and the arguments are disputed after school, in the parking lot as the teachers bend the rules.
Patiently you waited for a courting boy′s embrace, then everyone would know. But the letter jacket wasn′t yours to own and it proves to be on temporary loan.
And as they all grow older the truth will be understood, cause we never turn out the way we thought we would.
And when I see you, I really see you upside down And when I see you, I really see you upside down But my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around But my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around Turns you around, turns you around Turns you around, turns you around
If you feel discouraged when there′s a lack of color here If you feel discouraged when there′s a lack of color here Please don′t worry lover, it′s really bursting at the seams Please don′t worry lover, it′s really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything the spectrum′s A to Z. from absorbing everything the spectrum′s A to Z. (ahh... ahhh...) (ahh... ahhh...)
This is fact not fiction for the first time in years This is fact not fiction for the first time in years All the girls in every girlie magazine can′t make me feel any less alone, All the girls in every girlie magazine can′t make me feel any less alone, I′m reaching for the phone to call at 7:03 and on your machine, I′m reaching for the phone to call at 7:03 and on your machine, I slur a plea for you to come home. I slur a plea for you to come home. But I know it′s too late, and I should have given you a reason to stay But I know it′s too late, and I should have given you a reason to stay Given you a reason to stay; given you a reason to stay; Given you a reason to stay; given you a reason to stay; given you a reason to stay given you a reason to stay
This is fact not fiction for the first time in years This is fact not fiction for the first time in years
I roll the window down and then begin to breathe in the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen from the passenger seat as you are driving me home Then looking upwards I strained my eyes and tried to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
Do they collide? I ask and you smile. With my feet on the dash, the world doesn′t matter. When you feel embarrassed then I′ll be your pride When you need directions then I′ll be the guide for all time for all time...
We′ll correct collegiate mistakes, A shower of formal ideals, Completely soused, The hearts on our sleeves, As they drowned we could hear them screaming, "Oh what a tragic way to see our final days."
I attempt to talk up the town: "The answers are in the arches of the 20th Century Towers and in comfortable cars in motion."
And yet it still remains, this incessant refrain: "You′re just like the rest. Your restlessness makes you lazy."
Keeping busy is just wasting time and I′ve wasted what little he gave me. (All Around) I know the conscious choice was crystal clear, too clear the slate of former years: When I sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you.
How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me. It′s like a book elegantly bound but, in a language that you can′t read. Just yet.
You gotta spend some time, Love. You gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you′ll find, love I will possess your heart. You gotta spend some time, Love. You gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you′ll find, love I will possess your heart.
There are days when outside your window I see my reflection as I slowly pass, and I long for this mirrored perspective when we′ll be lovers, lovers at last.
You gotta spend some time, Love. You gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you′ll find, love I will possess your heart. You gotta spend some time, Love. You gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you′ll find, love I will possess your heart. I will possess your heart. I will possess your heart.
You reject my... advances... and desperately... I won′t let you... let me down... so easily. So easily.
You gotta spend some time, Love. You gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you′ll find, love I will possess your heart. You gotta spend some time, Love. You gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you′ll find, love I will possess your heart. You gotta spend some time, Love. You gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you′ll find, love I will possess your heart. I will possess your heart. I will possess your heart.
this won′t be the last you′ll hear from me: it′s just the start. i hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me. i will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin. brace yourself: i′m bent with bitterness. when your apologies fail to ring true, (you′re) so slick with that sarcastic slew or phrases like ′i thought you knew′, while keeping me in hot pursuit. tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (abscence follows). in the end, i win every time as ink remains. sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine.
We′re not the same, dear, as we used to be. The seasons have changed and so have we. There was little we could say, and even less we could do To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
We bury our love in the windsory grave Along came the snow, that was all that remained. But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we′d speak.
And when spring arrived We were taken by surprise when the flows under our feet Led into the sea Nothing was left for you and me.
We′re not the same, dear, And it seems to me There′s more where we can go With nothing underneath. And it saddens me to say But we both know, well, it′s true That the ice was getting thinner Under me and you. The ice was getting thinner Under me and you.
Every town has a diner, where I′ll meet you and your friends, too. Things are just a bit nicer over some coffee. You can tell me all about your day. I don′t know much about you, not that I want to. Not that I want to. Sometimes I can′t escape from my room, so excuse me--I′ll be just a little late
You will wait for me.
Every town has a corner, where I′ll see you and your friends, too. Hang out looking cool. Saying the same things over and over again. Sometimes we all feel stupid, we say the wrong things. You′re not the only one. Sometimes we all get left behind in a race of style--it′s a dumb thing.