somewhere out there is your safer bet in a world without disappointment or regret but i know we can't tell our hearts what not to do they just keep on working, even if we don't ask them to the clockwork ticks to keep the frame alive it tells us who to love, who to leave and when to lie
there's a dollar to be made here a payment to be exchanged here a service that goes unnamed here as we're still stealing from our saviour
we are so much more than we touch
we are arms without fingers we are natural selection and we're reaching for each other as we pass in opposite directions
we are so much more than we touch
are we saving ourselves? or just waiting on someone else to make an excuse in our name? we're twice fit to be suns of hell and we've trained up our sons so well to live our misfortune and fame it's such a shame, we're all the same
we are so much more than the sum of all our wants we're the sum of all our love, but we only love what we haven't caught we dance like politicians as we kiss like common thieves sneaking around our parent's attic, looking for the keys there's no substance in our voices, save for what we're drinking and there's nothing in our hands, save for contempt for what we're thinking
you'll either believe it or lie to yourself and if you believe it you'll probably go ask someone else we're all prisoners of a war that we helped create dying to complain about lying in wait to believe in a reason to lie to ourselves