I shake through the wreckage for signs of life

Scrolling through the paragraphs

Clicking through the photographsI 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 feel it too

And maybe you′ll find, life is unkind

And over so soon

There is no golden gate

There's no heaven waiting for you

Oh boy, you ought to leave this town

Get out while you can, the meter's running out

The voices in the streets you love

Everything is better when you hear that sound

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Spineless dreamers, hide in churches

Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses

I dream in emails, 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

Maybe you'll feel it too (spineless dreamers)

Maybe you′ll feel it too (hide in churches)

Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses

I dream in emails, worn out phrases

Mile after mile of just empty pages

Spineless dreamers

Hide in churches

Pieces of pieces...