There There. (The Boney King of Nowhere.) (Hail to the Thief 2003)
In pitch dark, I go walking in your landscape, Broken branches trip me as I speak. Just ‘cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there. Just ‘cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there.
There’s always a siren singing you to shipwreck. (Don’t reach out, don’t reach out, Don’t reach out, don’t reach out.) Steer away from these rocks; we’d be a walking disaster. (Don’t reach out, don’t reach out, Don’t reach out, don’t reach out.)
Just ‘cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there. (There’s someone on your shoulder, There’s someone on your shoulder.) Just ‘cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there. (There’s someone on your shoulder, There’s someone on your shoulder.) There there!
Why so green and lonely, and lonely, and lonely? Heaven sent you to, to me, to me, to me. We are accidents waiting and waiting to happen. We are accidents waiting and waiting to happen.