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
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
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
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
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
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
I've got a photo booth picture It reminded me of something you said to me If everything you want is so far out of reach If everything that you want is
Here beats the black heart of my rancor The speed of life dulls my nerve I beat no drum for anything anymore Might have more than I deserve The golden
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
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
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
