(matraca berg/harry stinson) Here we are Clinging to what left of a broken heart It's...
Seven sins of wantonness and everything that's good is gone Sell it all for glory...
Why you always want to get the best of me I'm like a seeing-eye dog...
I don't want to hear from you again Because it will only make things harder...
You enchant me so my bittersweet flower Mystery of the sages come into my realm...
Bonfires in forests Lamp lights in houses Warmth obscured No...
Nothing to see nothing to hear Nothing to be nothing...
Threw my glasses in the dirt Tell you 'man that...
Streets are hard in this old town Love lies broken...
All has gone Can't you see Lights slipped on Out...
God it takes you so long just to think Your...
Your inconsistency Your lack of will That perfect heart I...
Hey, went in the shower And I fainted on the...
Walls bleed pictures bend their fractured frames Features on canvas...
Hey where you're going its hard to tell You know...