Well maybe i will Maybe i won't When i'm done with the thrill When i finally come home But that's a long way home that is When i finally come away from all the sinking ships I'm tired of trying
It could take a long time To forget that color of the water Only the deepest blues Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica An imitation of My conscience and she knows i'm stepping inside of bliss She's a replica Another image of No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
Well maybe i will Maybe i won't If i'm losing my step Will you carry me home But that's a long way home that is Can i finally walk away from all the sinking ships Oh baby i'm trying
It could take a long time To forget that colour of the water Only the deepest blues Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica An imitation of My conscience and she knows i'm stepping inside of bliss She's a replica Another image of No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
But its got blood Not your blood Its that blood on your hands Well your friends Are your friends Or your biggest fans So pin that letter Pin that letter Pin that letter to your chest I confess I confess I confess Bring it back and cut it loose Put it on like all the rest You tell them lies I'll tell them truths I confess I confess
She's a replica An imitation of My conscience and she knows i'm stepping inside of bliss She's a replica Another image of No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this (2x)