Sky's ripped open by the sun. Daylight comes but not soon enough. Speed down your track in search of you. Strapped to the back of what we do. Anaesthetise these troubled nerves.
Gave my love to two thousand yesterdays. Nothing is wrong, I am always a little late. Probably will, probably won't. Get this disease cut out my throat.
I stand around at American weddings. I stand around for family. At my best when I'm terrorist inside. At my best when it's all me. I was there when you took all the people.