Well maybe i will
Maybe i won't
When i'm done with the thrill

When i finally come home
But that's a long way home that is
When i finally come away from all the sinking ships

I'm tired of trying

It could take a long time

To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter


She's a replica
An imitation of

My conscience and she knows i'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica
Another image of

No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this

Well maybe i will

Maybe i won't
If i'm losing my step
Will you carry me home

But that's a long way home that is
Can i finally walk away from all the sinking ships
Oh baby i'm trying


It could take a long time
To forget that colour of the water

Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter


She's a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows i'm stepping inside of bliss

She's a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this


But its got blood
Not your blood

Its that blood on your hands
Well your friends
Are your friends

Or your biggest fans
So pin that letter
Pin that letter

Pin that letter to your chest
I confess
I confess

I confess
Bring it back and cut it loose
Put it on like all the rest

You tell them lies
I'll tell them truths
I confess

I confess

She's a replica

An imitation of
My conscience and she knows i'm stepping inside of bliss
She's a replica

Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this (2x)