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Perfect
Lull me awake slowlyI don't want the moment to pass before I am through keeping tabs on every lapse It's the greatest mistake to settle for less than a respectable shake, a workable break, a chance to be perfect The thinnest of doubts are leaving the thick of the moment behind Arguing mood and waiting for stars to align Foolish to think that all that's worth finding is lost in a blink, so every instinct needs to be perfect But in fact, I'll be betting it all with better-than-even odds of a fall It's the greatest escape, trailing off in a thick, spiral decay And I'm hot for the chase I'm hot for the chase
Bygones
Release!O, let it all go If you can't even it up, then at least let bygones be bygones Shape up Don't let us all down If you think you've had enough... well I guess that's it in a nutshell Yeah, I guess that's it And who better? Who? I'd love to know Who better than I to know? The rain won't remember your name It drives itself into the ground And it's gone as soon as the mud dries But you'll still be hanging around Taking possession of things that you didn't want in the first place And who better? Who? I'd love to know Who better than I to know? It soaks into the bone Memory's got a price though Everything's got a price And who better? Who? I'd love to know Who better than I to know? Who better?
Belle of the Wrecking Ball
It was cold, honeySo controlled Hey sister can you spare a lie, an airtight alibi On a lark, you twist until it comes apart, heat until it turns to smoke, then deliver the joke But maybe it's too late for the punchline Don't you know that timing is everything There she goes She's the queen of the free fall / to shatter a lost cause The belle of the wrecking ball There she goes It was strong, impervious and fixed and I wore it like a sitting duck And then you struck Stripped to bone Naked as a stone I remember back when we were kids, thinking ghosts could only haunt from the outside But now we've got it all figured out [chorus] And I've got scars Yeah I've got scars to prove that a phantom can really bleed
To Be a Killer
So whatIt's nothing personal I've got a mind to take a lifeless life If my resolve is not invincible, give me a shove until this cruel fit fits like a glove Absurdity sells wholesale And I've been waiting it out for insights into the rationale I can't be blamed for putting misery out of its name for supplying heat to the flame Remedies flow through bloodstreams But the cure is more violent then the disease To be a killer, you've got to pull the trigger, and find something bigger So steady the aim and be cold The insignificance of the mark should soften the blow To be a killer, you've got to pull the trigger, and find something bigger
Battlesong
If you don't mind,maybe you might try to fight back, 'cause I'm swinging and landing The scale has tipped The counterweight's slipped, and I'm not holding back So if you don't mind (maybe you don't) Maybe you won't mind (maybe you won't) Maybe you won't Battlesong sounds flawed 'cause one of us will and one of us won't If you've got heart, you think you might start to fend off this charge, show what you're made of? 'Cause hollow threats, thick with regrets are an anemic defense So if you don't mind (maybe you don't) Maybe you won't mind (maybe you won't) Maybe you won't Battlesong sounds flawed 'cause one of us will and one of us won't
Whys and What Fors
I don't know the half of what to sayI don't know the trick to being ok All I know is I've got to face the truth Non-stop flights and satellites Fooling us to think that distance is slight All I know is I've got to face the truth Got a picture when you were in love with the lens Got a picture Both of us were younger then Momentum just happens A little at a time, and then all at once I don't know the whys and what fors The process is designed to divide But fear and hope conspire to keep us alive, arranging with the band to play our song [chorus] And maybe they'll play the chorus again Maybe they'll take it from the top again I think so [chorus]
In The End
I'll leave it all, by godA consequence of the thought that in the end we all know what we're not I'll leave it all, by god I'll set it all on fire A funeral for the grind 'Cause in the end it's a fool's valentine I'll set it all on fire Well it's a shame how promise fades and tomorrow feels (just) like today But in the end we're going to change and start anew yeah, and start anew (repeat) O my stars, my stars The wonder of it all O my stars It's a wonder we resist so hard I'll leave it all, by god If you believe me or not As to the aim, I recall; I forgot I'll leave it all, by god |
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Undefined
I could be the word - meaning inexact, backflipping into free verse. I could be the word. You could be the light bleeding through the half-cracked lids of undeserving eyes. You could be the light. Hey, gravity works on me; it's undenied. Hey, sensation overcomes me; it's undefined. I could be the sky - sipping flight in v-formation 'til I'm satisfied. I could be the sky. You could be the earth twisting through the heavens milking stars for all they're worth; (bled for all they're worth). Hey, gravity works on me; it's undenied. Hey, sensation overcomes me; it's undefined... and constant as the speed of light... and impossible to quiet.
Low
She's low, and she loves what she loves. And the faithful will let her lead them to the bottom. But you don't mind; it happens all the time. You'll break your fall, grateful for the high. You need it, but you don't know why you need what you need. The tender have seen better days. And the seasick are getting battered by the waves. But you don't mind; it happens all the time. You'll crash ashore salty-wet and find you need it, but you don't know why you need what you need. Oh, why don't you know the feeling in your heart is hollow, while you're drying in the moonlight glow. She's low, and she loves what she loves.
Last of the Sunday Drivers
I've just got a hunch Serenity is getting bored. Need to settle down. Reason's racing off at breakneck speed. Need to settle down. Everybody knows a taste is a lethal dose. Say goodbye to the last of the sunday drivers. Comfort is chemical, and I've got the shakes. I quit cold-turkey. I guess I lost faith in its antiquated design. The boss has been deposed. The offices are closed. Say goodbye to the last of the sunday drivers. You almost don't see it coming. Riding heavy on the brakes, we idle through the wasteland that we're entitled to. Well I'm fucking up the deal. I'm sober at the wheel. Say goodbye to the last of the sunday drivers.
Weightless and Easy
Idols trade in looks, but don't forget the hooks. Floating figurines - weightless and easy, it seems. The actor's breaking bones with musty tones in scales of economy - a big-ticket trick to fetch a pretty penny. Desparate to be weightless and easy are we. But you'd rather complicate it, overstate it, and make it hard... harder than misery - make it large... larger than history. Though it's light, simplicity's bleeding, and I've got a feeling that you'll make it hard. The wheelers dealing art in the parking lot are framing it for free. (Copies of fakes from the 80's). Desparate to be weightless and easy are we. But you'd rather decorate it, overstate it, and make it hard... harder than misery - make it large... larger than history. Though it's light, simplicity's bleeding, and I've got a feeling that you'll make it hard.
September
Baby don't you blink. It's faster than you think - full of flash and things you don't get over. Indulge me for a while; we're stepping out in style. Quick before this fickle flame is smothered. Quick before, in time, it is discovered: I am September, and I need your gentle June to make me feel better. And I need your hot July to warm me. November is a bore - vintage and obscure, and heavy as heartbreak. Baby don't you weep; nothing's ours to keep. Underneath the sun color is faded. Underneath its glow we are mutated. I am September, and I need your gentle June to make me feel better. And I need your hot July to warm me. Figure it out: this is our reckoning. Haven't we already wasted enough time? Jesus Christ! I am September, and I need your gentle June to make me feel better. And I need your hot July to warm me.
Oblivion Shines
...and as for the day, it flies, smothered in haze, implies memory lies; leave the gray ones behind. Rest for the weary past will lighten the load at last and pardon our wrongs. Let the devils be gone. But I know you haven't lost anything. It's all trapped in the thickness of things. Dreams cover your eyes, and oblivion shines. And as for the leaves, they turn. Fortunate scenes, they've burned, fickle but fine, into the back of your mind. And you'll find it doesn't cost anything to exile lovers of suffering and clean-sweep the landmines. Let oblivion shine. And the best we can hope is to cast off our sorrow and to sleep calm and sure through the wilderness call and infinite fall. And when you awake you'll find liberty waits in line to welcome you into a new day beginning. And you'll know you haven't lost anything. It's all trapped in the thickness of things. Dreams cover your eyes, and oblivion shines...
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