It’s been more than this More than this for years or more And probably a week or two to go The endless cycle bliss The blissful words to follow yours And my arms were wide open
But you wanted more, you needed more But not the kind that I was giving
Iron out the blood The blood that stains the ties of living It’s easy to believe in social calls Contribute to my pulse And make your best loud intrusion Easy to believe and worst of all
But you wanted more, you needed more But not the kind that I was giving
Wall to wall Brick by brick Bring the whole thing down It’s fire with fire Miles for miles Sinking sense of sound Last and last burning fast Bring the rain or water First of all we must be wrong Why even bother