I shake through the wreckage for signs of life

Scrolling through the paragraphs


Clicking through the photographs




I wish I could make sense of what we do


Burning down the capitols


Wisest of the animals




Who are you, what are you living for


Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more




This life, is lived in perfect symmetry


What I do, that will be done to me




Write page after page of !@#^ysis


Looking for the final score

We're no closer than we were before





Who are you, what are you fighting for

Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life


lived in perfect symmetry




What I do, that will be done to me


As the needle, slips into the run out groove


Love, maybe you feel it too




And maybe you find, life is unkind


and over so soon

There is no golden gate


There's no heaven waiting for you




Oh boy you otta leave this town


get out while you can


the needle's running out

The voices in the streets you love


everything is better when you hear that shout


woooaohhh

woooaohhh


woooaohhh




spineless dreamers, hide in churches

pieces of pieces of rush hour buses

I dream in emails, worn out phrases


mile after mile of just empty pages




wrap yourself around me

wrap yourself around me




as the needle, slips into the run out groove

maybe i'll feel it too

maybe you'll feel it too


maybe you'll feel it too

maybe you'll feel it too




I dream in emails, worn out phrases

mile after mile of just empty pages