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 capitals 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'll feel it too
And maybe you'll find life is unkind And over so soon There is no golden gate There is no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy, you oughta leave this town Get out while you can The meter's running down The voices in the streets you love Everything is better when you hear that sound Oh woah! Oh oah! Woah!
Spineless dreamers (Hide in churches Pieces of, pieces of Rush hour buses I dream in e-mails) 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 you'll feel it too Maybe you'll feel it too
Spineless dreamers - Maybe you'll feel it too Hide in churches - Maybe you'll feel it too Pieces of, pieces of Rush hour buses (I dream in e-mails Worn-out phrases Mile after mile of just Empty pages)