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 capitols

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 choose 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 feel it too And maybe you 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 out

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 I'll feel it too

Maybe you'll feel it too

Maybe you'll feel it too (Spineless dreamers)

Maybe you'll feel it too (hide in churches)

(Pieces of pieces of rush hour, buses) I dream in emails, worn out phrases

Mile after mile of just empty pages Spineless dreamers, hide in churches

Pieces of pieces of rush hour, buses