Blinded by the flash bulbs, the shot-gun glitter sparks Little lights out dancing in the dark I won't be here for long but I'll be sure to leave a mark
I woke up in a city where the sun don't sleep The future was folded right out in front of me A broken down town in a dead man's dream You can't fix your
They broke your body, While you were sleeping. And with poisoned fingers, They tied you to the sheets. Sleep does nothing for you. It just makes
sleep. They paint your eyes white and soak your feet. Tired, you hang your head. And with wet grass and foreign flowers they make your bed. Beneath a beautiful dead
The sky's are falling, their closer by the day. The world is getting smaller. Letters of love thrown across the wall. Are quietly exploding. Give
I built a portal to your window. Out of empty cans and wires. And in the dark we named our children. We named them after towns we couldn't even spell
breath. Still kiss with tongues But sleep in separate beds Wouldn't you say it's over by now? Wouldn't you say it's all over? Tomorrow will make us deader
Don't you know that the odds are stacked against us, and no-one here's gonna tell you how to win. Read the book, seen the script, completely vacant
You broke the mould. Tore the book to pieces and wrote your own. Your heart dissolved. Into a million pieces you couldn't solve. You lost the plot
I built myself a fortress in your velvet folds. Will my heart collapse if it's full of holes. They say it's in the drugs. But if it makes you happy.
You can't write a song to make somebody love you. You can't find the words they don't exist. Try to force the feelings light the spark, the bile.
I was gonna tell you, before they took my words... That you may need a murderer to do your dirty work And you've got alot to learn We're creatures
Drinking alone again. In the basement. Scanning the ceiling for a blueprint. I can't face the evening straight. I'm not a martyr. Red wine a sleeping
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus) Postcard stowaway within Pristine indigo without Banded ottoman as such Sofa seated one too much All along the range
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) From the back of my neck, oh, oh, oh Wired a glass jaw, oh, oh Plantation burning your boat is coming in Strum your jew's
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Women got legs, men got pants I got the picnic, you got the ants, Put it in the fire heaven knows Take my torch and touch
(Bewley/Briscoe/Crowe/Lachowski) You're funny and you don't know why You're funny and you can't even cry You're funny and you don't know why You're
(Berry/Buck/Mills/M. Stipe/L. Stipe) Come on aboard, I promise you you won't hurt the horse We treat him well, we feed him well There's lots of room
