Words

The writing's on the wall

But it's Greek to me

I heard

Some [k'] singing

But it don't speak to me

Not this sweet to me





My ears are always, burning

'Cause I think I'm the one

But if you're concern

You can stop me from

Chasing the sun





I saw,

Saw your light [burrows]

And they brought down the house

We're on another caper

Bad motel wallpaper

And I screwed them all

Yeah, that's all she would





My ears are always, burning

'Cause I think I'm the one

But if you're concern

You can stop me from

Chasing the sun





Stars are all lined up

For the [sloping, of the slow death]

And the fingernail clippers with the moon

In the autumn sky

Still wondering why

I'm here





It's hit or miss

Then again, piss

It's the death march

And though, the things that don't kill us

Will make us last

It still kicks our ass





My ears are always, burning

'Cause I think I'm the one

But if you're concern

You can stop me from

Chasing the sun, the sun