"California saved your life", Stated the policy in black and white. "You cornered off your facetious sides And left their heads on foreign soil." "
Mary paced the street again She always made her mark and yet She's got the same regrets As any other in her town Michael walked the street again The
Quit making faces at the one I love These errant tightropes that you're thinking of Can't be undone the instant that they're set Above this scorched and
Strolling down the pavement, A twinkle in your stride. I won't be the only one To be left behind should You choose to leave. You'd walk out the
This Is The end Of your life [become backing vocals for next section] We all live In hostels that mirror our fear Each face a portal to nothing Or everything
So the time comes again The time to head away I would love to stay Convince you that I care At home I feel a million types of gladness Protected from
Hailed brilliant, another combination, I'm assured that it's not your care Hailed brilliant, another conversation, but they couldn't touch your Hemingway
Ancient sore oculi Couldn't see the change But blissful lights still happen Through the darkest days She strokes her hair In the bathroom sink It lost
Into the night and into ourselves We forage like rats With dirt in our hands Dirt on our hearts Into the night and into ourselves We forage like rats
Checked but too slow The new hyenas still peer Gnashing their teeth to stay Too excited by the newness of skin The child forgot the details of her hideous
It's early and too dark To make decisions but We are cold When Plymouth is too dark To make decisions we Sit and wait It came as no surprise To see
Lecher! Apologise, be sorry Apologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecher Slow is the night That wipes the tears from your eyes Lecher! Apologise
You always said we'd inherit the world I always believed and for what it's worth We were devoted Through all the premises and all the grief We were incisive
Everybody's fine at the top of the world. Everybody's fine at the top of the world. Now... And so it comes to this, The metropolis has ran out of luck
Strolling down the pavement A twinkle in your stride I won't be the only one To be left behind Should you choose to leave You'd walk out the door Lucid
Some buildings are built to be broken (x5) We always did say this would be our time With a little work and a little money But I am borne of ethereal
Bring that Jolly Roger on home People might say that you're always sleeping But you leave with your point of view Do you think it would take A disaster