stop making sense But my tongue still misbehaves And it keeps digging my own grave With my hands open and my eyes open I just keep hoping That your heart opens
Raised hands surround us Three nails to protect us I'll find my way back home Raised hands surround us Three nails to protect us Laid hands on my head
He said, ?You stand in your own shoes? I said, ?I'd rather stand in someone else's? He said, ?You look from your direction? I said, ?I like to keep perspective
This line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air Every step is a day in the week It's a Sunday or Monday A march over months of the year This
50-50 chance The doctor said In the cardiac room As she's lying in bed There's a pan on the floor Filled with something black I need to know I'm afraid
how it is When something is gone A piece of your eyesight Or maybe your vision A corner of sense Goes blank on the screen A piece of the scan Gets filled in by hand
Those whole girls Hurl down words Run in packs With bloom to spare They know health Know it well Skim the cream And fill the brim Drip with news Spin
Institution Green The walls are cracked and dim And we are standin' in a line Waitin' for our faces to be seen Institution Green Watch the floor and
Now the time has come to speak I was not able And water through a rusted pipe Could make the sense that I do Gurgle and mutter Hiss, stutter Moan the
Let's tell the future Let's see how it's been done By numbers, by mirrors, by water By dots made at random on paper By salt, by dice, by meal, by mice
Somewhere in a room With a poster on a wall Of a man with his hand In a fist Is a woman who's drinking And her dress is so tight You can see every breath
be Now is the time I know that your nothing Nothing that I would want to be I feel like I am falling into my needs I need for you to open your eyes
In this decision I've come to notice I've fallen out of line With your permission I want to ask you Would you happen to have the time to fly? Oh, here
I don't know now its not the time, to talk about it are you calling out this time? you'll see tonight, please leave on the light Are we done this time
[Intro] Uh, can I play you, um, some of the new things I've been through which I think, could be commercial what's inside what's inside of your eyes
These Policies of lies, Have brought us here tonight, Dissatisfaction pulls you under, So say all of your prayers, Or whatever gets you there, If we go
what's inside far away, separation I don't know now looking back far away falling down inside I'm so helpless I want you under I want you on my
As I sit by myself, I've come from so, so far away In such little time I have gained My soul, my mind, I've tried so hard to find Is this what I must
