You'll turn away calling back as you run. Say it can, that it can, that it can be done. You're the last continental bastard chosen son. . It may be a while, maybe two, maybe three.
I never asked to be sorry. If its over its over for sure. I don't regret that I didn't want to. Remember what all this was for. . So this is all we can do.
As it sharpens and it's shimmering. Every cut, a song. All the inner voices whispering. Say I've done it wrong. . I got mine to say "let it go when it dies".
You've got the dirty bones. And I've got nothing to wash them with. But after we sing this song. I've got so little left, I've got less. Oh, how the collar's strong.
Shout it out, shatter your lung. Long fall to the floor. Crying out, dry as a bone. Take you somewhere. But it's too late, it's too far. You're faking the part.
Speak here on your cue. Now look into camera five. See the slightest hue. In the soft focus lights. I wish this were all over. We're in for a long, long haul if you won't.
Rally 'round the fool we all fall. The promise of a better life. But after all the lights have gone off. You just lost your appetite. . Desperate hearts, desperate hands.