I sift 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 capitals
The wisest of the animals
Who are you? What are you living for?
Tooth for tooth maybe will go on more
This life is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me.
Read page after page of a***ysis.
Looking for the final score
A little closer than we were before
Who are you? What are you fighting for?
Holy truth, brother I choose 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 to.
And maybe you'll find life is unkind and over so soon.
There's no golden gate, there's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you outta leave this town.
Get out while you can the meter's running down
The voices in the street you loved
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 e-mails
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 you feel it to.
Maybe you feel it to.
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs
I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitals
The wisest of the animals
Who are you? What are you living for?
Tooth for tooth maybe will go on more
This life is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me.
Read page after page of a***ysis.
Looking for the final score
A little closer than we were before
Who are you? What are you fighting for?
Holy truth, brother I choose 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 to.
And maybe you'll find life is unkind and over so soon.
There's no golden gate, there's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you outta leave this town.
Get out while you can the meter's running down
The voices in the street you loved
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 e-mails
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 you feel it to.
Maybe you feel it to.