I shake through the wreckage for signs of life

Scrolling through the paragraphs

Clicking through the photographs



I wish I could make sense of what we do

Burning down the capitals

The wisest of the animals



Who are you? What are you living for?

Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more



This life is lived in perfect symmetry

What I do, that will be done to me



Read page after page of analysis

Looking for the final score

We're no closer than we were before



Who are you? What are you fighting for?

Holy truth? Brother I chose this mortal life



Lived in perfect symmetry

What I do, that will be done to me

As the needle slips into the run-out groove

Love-maybe you'll feel it too



And maybe you'll find life is unkind

And over so soon

There is no golden gate

There's no heaven waiting for you



Oh boy you ought to leave this town

Get out while you can the meter's running down

The voices in the streets you love

Everything is better when you hear that sound



Spineless dreamers hide in churches

Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses

I dream in emails, worn-out phrases

Mile after mile of just empty pages



Wrap yourself around me

Wrap yourself around me

As the needle slips into the run-out groove

Maybe you'll feel it too

Maybe you'll feel it too