The beam thing's into your head

The ghosts of your pleasure and contempt


When we were liars things were seamless


When we were wired the world was like a secret

I close my eyes now and I scream





I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeemin'

I saw your face before it changed


The gun, it makes you look nicer in a bad way




So low for how high


It's too late tonight


And I'm sure you're right

So low for how high





And after this there's just the circus

And every morning your carnie heart stops workin'


It gets tight in there sometimes


Looking for those defects, talking like it's a reflex

I close my mouth now and I scream





I open the door and there's nothing left redeemin'

I saw your face before


You should wait around awhile


'Cause your body's bound to turn up




So low for how high


It's too late tonight

And I'm sure you're right


So low for how high


So low for how high