Well I wrote your name and burned it to see the color of the flame. And it burned out the whole spectrum, as if you were everything. Mine just burned gold, a normal flame, I am not anything. And all that I remember is the feeling of waking up when we were kids, you were the sun to which my eyes could not adjust. We were kids - I was a fountain, you could never drink enough. Then came all the boys who swept you up, played careless with your heart and every night there was a new girl sitting beside me in my car. Something dies when you grow older, but you do the best you can. I am glad, I am glad you found a good man.
She was just 17, Pious and pretty with a deadly disease. And the weight of the world on her prosodic shoulder. And by the summer of '96, her body was cracked like porcelain. Just like some precious moments collectible..In a hospital gown and a big, bright, golden halo. So three cheers for my morose and grieving pals. And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up. We've come too far to have to give it all up now. We live lives that are rich and blessed, and we're burned for how we transgress. Now I've mastered the art of the open casket prayer and the singing guitar. And I've found the rewards weren't half what I'd hoped for. And meanwhile we all faked hope and mirth, as her parents went on and lied to her all about the success of the surgeries. And how my ex girlfriend was now sleeping with her fiancee. So three cheers for my morose and grieving pals. And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up. We've come too far to have to give it all up now. We live lives that are rich and blessed
And we're burned for how we transgress. If there's any justice in heaven then God won't let me in. He'll lock the gates and take my weekend pass away. With a pathetic wave they'll see me off, return my golden crown. And I'll be cursed to walk the earth for a millennium. I know I deserve worse, but it terrifies me and I can't take it anymore. And so three cheers for my morose and grieving pals. And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up. We've come too far to have to give it all up now. We live lives that are rich and blessed. And we're burned for how we transgress.
Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things down? Meet me tonight on the turnpike, my darling
cause we believe in everything. If we sweat all these debts then we're sure to drown. So we strap ourselves up to this engine now with a God that we found, laying under the backseat. What did you learn tonight? You're shouting so loud you barely enjoy this broken thing. You're a voice that never sings, is what I say. You were freezing over hell. You were bringing on the end, you do so well. You can only blame yourself, it's what I say. Order your daughters to ignore me, think that will sort me and sweep me under the rug. And a beating with a book everyone, the book tells you to love. There is an ember in the heart of the kiln and its burning hot with love. Burning out my sins until there's nothing but dust, holding me with care into your cigarette. Cause the God I believe in never worked on a campaign trail. What did you learn tonight? You're shouting so loud you barely enjoy this broken thing. You're a voice that never sings, is what I say. You were freezing over hell. You were bringing on the end, you do so well. You can only blame yourself, it's what I say. Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things to the ground? What did you learn tonight? You're shouting so loud you barely enjoy this broken thing. You're a voice that never sings, is what I say. You were freezing over hell. You were bringing on the end, you do so well. You can only blame yourself, it's what I say. Feels like we could escape this, I might throw it away for fear of the silver sun. If you try running a maze of your lies...It's too hard to save you've thrown out everyone.
You're so free, yeah you were right about me, can I get myself back from underneath this guilt that will crush me? And in the choir i saw a sad messiah, he was bored and tired of my laments, 'said I died for you one time but never again.
