I will never give in. . Watching the leaves turning. I said I was lost but I think I'm learning. I'm fine. . You can drown me in the water and shoot me down in flames.
Stay in the shadows. Cheer at the gallows. This is a round up. . This is a low flying panic attack. Sing a song on the jukebox that goes. . Burn the witch.
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth. Stirring up inside of me. Every day, every hour. I wish that I was bullet proof. . Wax me, mold me. Heat the pins and stab them in.
I don't want to be crippled and cracked. Shoulders, wrists, knees and back. Ground to dust and ash. Crawling on all fours. . When you've got to feel it in your bones.
I do not understand. What it is I've done wrong. Full of holes. Check for pulse. Blink your eyes. 1 for yes. 2 for no. . I have no idea what I am talking about.
Open your mouth wide. The universal sigh. And while the ocean blooms. Is what keeps me alive. So why does this still hurt?. Don't blow your mind with why.
In my mind. And nailed into my heels. All the time. Killing what I feel. . And everything I touch. (All wrapped up in cotton wool). (All wrapped up and sugar coated).
Open your mouth wide. The universal sigh. And while the ocean blooms. Is what keeps me alive. So why does this still hurt?. Don't blow your mind with why.
Open your mouth wide. The universal sigh. And while the ocean blooms. Is what keeps me alive. So why does this still hurt?. Don't blow your mind with why.
Open your mouth wide. The universal sigh. And while the ocean blooms. It's what keeps me alive. . So I lose and start over. Don't blow your mind with why.
Open your mouth wide. The universal sigh. And while the ocean blooms. Is what keeps me alive. So why does this still hurt?. Don't blow your mind with why.
Open your mouth wide. A universal sigh. And while the ocean blooms. It's what keeps me alive. So why does it still hurt?. Don't blow your mind with whys.
I get home from work. And you're still standing in your dressing gown. Well what am I to do?. I know all the things around your head. And what they do to you.
Dressed in Bishop's robes. Terrifies me still. In Bishop's robes. Bastard headmaster. . I am not going back. I am not going back. I am not going back.
Don't get any big ideas. They're not gonna happen. You paint your house white and feel the noise. But there'll be something missing. . And now that you found it, it's gone.
Drift all you like. From ocean to ocean. Search the whole world. Drunken confessions. And hijacked affairs. Just make you more alone. . If you come home I'll bake you a cake.
Oh, Banana Co.. We really love you and we need you. And oh, Banana Co.. We'd really love to believe you but. . Everything's underground. We got to dig it up somehow.
You bit me, bit me, bit me, ow. You bit me, bit me and I want more. . I'm standing in the hall, I'm puking on the wall. It's all heading south to the Conger Hill.
We're rotten fruit. We're damaged goods. What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose. One gust and we will probably crumble. We're backdrifters. . This far but no further.
We're rotten fruit. We're damaged goods. What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose. One gust and we will probably crumble. We're backdrifters. . This far but no further.