Feb 15, 2007 16:13
We're never gonna feel as full as we felt
So let's go outside and we'll play "William Tell"
Take your time drawing your bead
I'll stand as still as you need
'Cause you're so good at talking smack, you heart attack
But you're the apple of my eye anyway
My smiling face
That's on my head
That's on your silver plate
So they say,
They say in heaven
There's no husbands and wives
On the day that I show up
They'll be completely out
Of their forgiveness supplies
And I can't use the telephone
To tell you that I'm dead and gone
So you won't know
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Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missing out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone
Well Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.
Well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and pull apart?
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And this ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?
I know you're coming in the night like a thief
(So throw your tongue in mine)
But I've had some time, oh Lord, to hone my lying technique
(I know it's so hard breathing in alone)
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
(And you were right, I know I said you were wrong)
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up
(I always said you were wrong)
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try